Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

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

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

I the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York City
Or any city or place, my face, taste, pace myself
Ace my health, great wealth
Undetected like the of a Stealth, I move for self
Or any man, woman or child that I fam
That's the way I am, to Glock, my sister Pam
Son, through the terror of the World Trade blues
Nine o'clock news, abused the mind of many
Braves and jewels, made my moves, my dues
From the of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent
Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the of Kings
We never die, my name, sustained like blood
Flow through the veins divine
Dine with wine forever

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

From the Vil to Brazil, live on your radio band
Explicit, dice it, pour a little liquor
Golden imported from Cuba, Miss
Sexy as Asia, met her up in
Getting up in Cipher, hit it on the first date
Plotted my escape, twelve hours at the gate
How can you a G a week in '88?
Trips to the Lodge, the fresh Izod
Mama shouldn't work so to pay the landlord
A grand in your card, times is hard
The gun hammer click, the pigs blitz
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 your to the bone
Sonny Corleone don't it on the phone

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