Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

Yo, I beat the case, now I face the
You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll less spittle
a baby's lip, the digi made me flip
Plus paid me chips, just to spray the clip
And empty out on you, in sync like the SMPTE on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, we housin' fools
In abandoned apartments with a tools
Crazy shootin' dudes off the beat
Brainless 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 precint chief, she got the
On her breast that's like The W
Go 'head snatch the guns, son, cover 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 cheese right off the
We put those Beez all on map

I shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York
Or any or place, my face, royal taste, pace myself
Ace my health, great wealth
Undetected like the wings of a Stealth, I move for
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 Trade blues
o'clock news, abused the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, my moves, paid my dues
From the of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent
high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the Kings of Kings
We never die, built my name, like blood
through the veins divine sign
Dine with wine sunshine

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

From the Vil to Brazil, live on your C-SPAN radio
Explicit, kiss it, pour a little liquor
Golden imported Cuba, Miss Aruba
Sexy as Asia, met her up in
up in Just Cipher, hit it on the first date
Plotted my escape, twelve hours at the gate
How can you beat a G a week in
to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod
Mama shouldn't work so hard to pay the
A in your birthday card, times is hard
The gun hammer click, when the blitz
We scramble like Vick, automatic six one to the head
Yo, the east so hot, it's red, but that's
And my Glock still burn skin to the bone
Corleone don't discuss it on the phone

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