Luyện nghe bài hát The Plot - Brotha Lynch Hung

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

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

Thats before the 4th of July I didn't make it somethin' was off
'Cause I saw it in my sleep wake up coughin' dripin' almost couldn't breath
Took a minute to accept just had to get calm and collect'd wipe the sweat up off my
Then felt the blood on my neck just like invasion don't give the police no statement
Look around see if a drugged somebody to the basment couldn't recall
Guess I dunk too much of that Madd Dogg 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 never
So I feel like anytime I 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 shakin' scrappin'em off the to the Lincoln
I should've raped 'em they rapein' me fuckin' me like a hotel slut though he dead I put the .12 gauge in his butt (BOOM)
No matter what I ain't 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 home and if he was home (home alone) hustla so good but this thing not hee we go
I rather load up the Ooh to remove his mind to spaghetti Zigg you know

And I had realized how I let off on his wife also figured out the on my neck was from his knife
He come to get my mann from what I guess 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 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 they could've guess'd it already know whats craccin'
Close to a meal ticket that what we have knockin' and the third of profit
That's straight into my pockets (Thats right)