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 keep shit for me I live him as a mummy
What of me I'm desperate 'bout to let it spit unless he break bread
I want the lettuce and cheese whole sandwhich you it
I should be poundin switches down the and plannin'
No head is how you found him was plot

The spot's surroned by pitbulls and you get past them you get shot
It was 9 o'clock 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 belevie I squirt that
Led in life deadin' your wife with the led pipe redin' your white sheets
With said in your life you might as well snipe'em obituary rippin'
punk ass bitchinary stichin' you carry is complimentary of [SiccMade Musicc]
We keep it crackin' automatics we rappin' niggas of

Thats right before the 4th of July I didn't it somethin' was off
'Cause I saw it in my sleep wake up dripin' sweat almost couldn't breath
Took a minute to accept just had to get calm and wipe the sweat up off my face
Then felt the blood on my neck just like invasion wanna give the police no statement
Look see if maybe a drugged somebody to the basment couldn't recall
Guess I dunk too much of that Madd Dogg last night 20/20 like 3, 2, 1 I 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 like anytime I gots to leave my house I got to get my pistol and have my pitbull 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 raped 'em they rapein' me fuckin' me like a hotel 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 bad(good kid turn'd 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 his mind to spaghetti Zigg Zagg you know

And I had realized how I let off on his also figured out the blood on my neck 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
company know for flexin' got gunn'd down wit a duece-duece gotta watch my back now
'Cause I did his took I large chunk sratchin' 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 that what we should have knockin' and the third of profit
That's straight into my pockets (Thats right)