Luyện nghe bài hát The Plot - Brotha Lynch Hung

You know I'm off the Mad Dogg I'm plottin' for money
This old man greedy he tryin' to shit for me I live him stiff as a mummy
What of me I'm desperate 'bout to let it spit unless he break bread
I the lettuce and cheese whole sandwhich you know it
I should be poundin down the streets and plannin'
No head is how you found him theres was

The spot's by pitbulls and rots' you get past them you get shot
It was about 9 o'clock I was at the grindin' spot Niftted got the word where he at
It's time to get that 9 millimeter heater and hurt that I squirt that
Led in your life deadin' your wife with the led pipe redin' your white
said in your life you might as well snipe'em writin' obituary rippin'
Scary punk ass bitchinary stichin' you carry is complimentary of [SiccMade
We keep it crackin' we rappin' niggas of cellar

Thats right before the 4th of July I didn't it somethin' was off
I saw it in my sleep wake up coughin' dripin' sweat almost couldn't breath
Took a minute to accept just had to get and collect'd wipe the sweat up off my face
Then felt the blood on my neck just like invasion don't wanna give the police no
Look around see if maybe a drugged to the basment couldn't recall
Guess I dunk too of that Madd Dogg last night 20/20 like 3, 2, 1 I blast off
Back in the day when I use to ride the I saw acouple of events I say I wish I never seen
So I feel anytime I gots to leave my house I got to get my pistol and have my pitbull keep look out

See now it's a dirty situation you makin' don't be mistakin' I scrappin'em off the concrete to the Lincoln
I should've raped 'em they rapein' me fuckin' me like a slut even though he dead I put the .12 gauge in his butt (BOOM)
No matter I ain't goin' to the pen this Uthazim I use to get for matieral now I posion his cearal
I was a good kid turn'd bad(good kid turn'd bad) never had a dad and I sent to his pad(too his pad)
Broke into his home and if he was home (home alone) hustla so good but this thing not hee we go
I rather up the Ooh to remove his mind to spaghetti Zigg Zagg you know

And I had how I let off on his wife also figured out the blood on my neck was from his knife
He come to get my mann from I guess better be my bless thats right 'cause if i catch'em
Now it's goin' be a mess not even 2 days next after I heard the news
record company know for got gunn'd down wit a duece-duece gotta watch my back now
'Cause I did his wife? took I large chunk sratchin' on an early flight met up with Lynch Hung
COS told him what happened well it looks like they guess'd it already know whats craccin'
Close to a meal ticket what we should have knockin' and the third of profit
That's goin' straight into my (Thats right)