Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

Yo, I beat the case, now I face the
You try to belittle, but ya'll less than spittle
From a baby's lip, the made me flip
they paid me chips, just to spray the clip
And empty out on you, in sync like the output on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, plus we fools
In abandoned apartments with a thousand
Crazy shootin' buck off the beat
boutless fools who be stuck off the leaf
Two guns in hands yellin' "Fuck the police!"
On the weekend get drunk and they fuck with the
Of the chief, she got the tattoo
On her that's shaped like The W
Go snatch the guns, son, I'll cover you
And if they get past me we got two, yeah

We smoke those blunts the size of
We got those as long as axe
We snatch that cheese off the trap
We put those Beez all on map

I shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, myself
Ace my health, with 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 blues
Nine news, abused the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, my moves, paid my dues
the School of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent
Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the of Kings
We never die, built my name, like blood
Flow through the divine sign
Dine with wine sunshine

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

From the Vil to Brazil, live on your C-SPAN radio
Explicit, kiss it, pour a little liquor
imported from Cuba, Miss Aruba
Sexy as Asia, met her up in
Getting up in Just Cipher, hit it on the date
Plotted my escape, twelve hours at the gate
How can you beat a G a in '88?
Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh
Mama shouldn't work so hard to pay the
A grand in birthday card, times is hard
The gun hammer click, when the pigs
We scramble like Vick, 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 discuss it on the

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