Luyện nghe bài hát The Plot - Brotha Lynch Hung

You know I'm off the Mad 20/20 I'm plottin' for money
This old man greedy he tryin' to keep shit for me I live him as a mummy
become of me I'm desperate 'bout to let it spit unless he break bread
I want the lettuce and whole sandwhich you know it
I should be switches down the streets and plannin'
No head is how you found him theres was

The spot's surroned by 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 he work at
It's time to get that 9 millimeter heater and that belevie I squirt that
Led in your deadin' your wife with the led pipe redin' your white sheets
With said in your life you might as well writin' obituary rippin'
Scary punk ass bitchinary you carry is complimentary of [SiccMade Musicc]
We keep it crackin' automatics we niggas of cellar

Thats right before the 4th of July I didn't make it was off
'Cause I saw it in my sleep wake up coughin' sweat almost couldn't breath
Took a minute to accept just had to get calm and collect'd wipe the up off my face
Then felt the blood on my neck just invasion don't wanna give the police no statement
Look around see if maybe a drugged somebody to the basment couldn't
Guess I too much 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 train I saw acouple of events I say I wish I seen
So I feel like 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 don't be mistakin' I shakin' scrappin'em off the concrete to the Lincoln
I should've raped 'em they rapein' me fuckin' me like a hotel slut even though he I put the .12 gauge in his butt (BOOM)
No matter what I 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 bad) never had a dad and I sent fire to his pad(too his pad)
Broke into his and if he was home (home alone) hustla so good but this thing not ready hee we go
I rather load up the Ooh to remove his to spaghetti Zigg Zagg you know

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