Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

Yo, I beat the case, now I the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll less than
a baby's lip, the digi made me flip
Plus they me chips, just to spray the clip
And out on you, in sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be crews, plus we housin' fools
In abandoned apartments with a tools
Crazy shootin' dudes off the beat
Brainless boutless fools who be stuck off the
Two guns in their hands "Fuck the police!"
On the get drunk and they fuck with the niece
Of the chief, she got the tattoo
On her that's shaped like The W
Go 'head snatch the guns, son, I'll you
And if they get past me we got another two,

We smoke those the size of bats
We got gats as long as axe
We snatch that right off the trap
We put those Beez all on map

I shoot the fair one, I ya'll run through New York City
Or any or place, my face, royal taste, pace myself
Ace my health, great wealth
Undetected like the wings of a Stealth, I for self
Or any man, woman or child I call fam
the way I am, word to Glock, my sister Pam
Son, lived through the terror of the World Trade
Nine o'clock news, abused the of many fools
Braves and jewels, made my moves, paid my
From the School of Intelligence, I stayed
Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the of Kings
We never die, built my name, sustained like
Flow through the veins sign
Dine with wine forever

We smoke those blunts the size of
We got gats as long as axe
We that cheese right off the trap
We put those all on your map

From the Vil to Brazil, live on your radio band
Explicit, dice kiss it, a little liquor
Golden imported from Cuba, Miss
as Asia, met her up in Mecca
Getting up in Cipher, hit it on the first date
Plotted my escape, twelve hours shift at the
How can you beat a G a in '88?
Trips to the Lodge, the fresh Izod
Mama shouldn't so hard to pay the landlord
A grand in your birthday card, times is
The gun hammer click, when the pigs
We like Vick, automatic six plus one to the head
Yo, the east so hot, it's red, but that's
And my Glock still burn skin to the bone
Sonny Corleone don't it on the phone

We smoke blunts the size of bats
We got gats as long as axe
We snatch that right off the trap
We put those all on your map