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 to keep 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 want the and cheese whole sandwhich you know it
I should be switches down the streets and plannin'
No head is how you found him theres was

The surroned by pitbulls and rots' you get past them you get shot
It was about 9 I was at the grindin' spot Niftted got the word where he work 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 redin' 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 keep it automatics we rappin' niggas of cellar

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

See now it's a dirty situation you makin' 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 even though he dead I put the .12 gauge in his butt (BOOM)
No matter what I ain't goin' to the pen this Uthazim I use to get for matieral now I posion his
I was a kid turn'd bad(good kid turn'd 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 his mind to spaghetti Zigg Zagg you know

And I had realized how I let off on his wife also figured out the blood on my was from his knife
He come to get my mann from what I 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 flexin' got down wit a duece-duece gotta watch my back now
'Cause I did his wife? took I large chunk sratchin' hoppin' on an early flight met up with Lynch
COS told him what happened well it looks like they could've guess'd it already whats craccin'
Close to a meal that what we should have knockin' and the third of profit
goin' straight into my pockets (Thats right)