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 him stiff as a mummy
What become of me I'm desperate 'bout to let it spit unless he break
I want the lettuce and cheese sandwhich you know it
I should be poundin down the streets and plannin'
No head is how you found him was plot

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 where he work at
It's time to get that 9 millimeter and hurt that belevie I squirt that
Led in your life deadin' your wife with the led pipe redin' white sheets
said in your life you might as well snipe'em writin' obituary rippin'
Scary punk ass bitchinary stichin' you is complimentary of [SiccMade Musicc]
We keep it crackin' automatics we rappin' niggas of

Thats right the 4th of July I didn't make 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 calm and collect'd the sweat up off my face
Then felt the blood on my neck just like invasion wanna give the police no statement
Look around see if maybe a drugged somebody to the basment recall
Guess I dunk too much of 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 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 I shakin' 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 what I ain't goin' to the pen this Uthazim I use to get for 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) so good but this thing not ready hee we go
I rather load up the Ooh to remove his mind to spaghetti Zagg you know

And I had realized how I let off on his wife also figured out the blood on my neck was from his
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 days next that 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 sratchin' hoppin' on an early flight met up with Lynch Hung
COS told him what happened well it looks like they could've guess'd it know whats craccin'
Close to a meal ticket that what we have knockin' and the third of profit
That's goin' straight my pockets (Thats right)