Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

Yo, I beat the case, now I face the
You nizzles try to belittle, but less than 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 like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, we housin' fools
In abandoned with a thousand tools
Crazy dudes buck off the beat
Brainless fools who be stuck off the leaf
Two guns in their yellin' "Fuck the police!"
On the weekend get drunk and they with the niece
Of the chief, she got the tattoo
On her that's shaped like The W
Go 'head the guns, son, I'll cover you
And if they get me we got another two, yeah

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

I shoot the fair one, I dare 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, or child that I call 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 fools
Braves and jewels, my moves, paid my dues
From the of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent
Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the Kings of
We die, built my name, sustained like blood
through the veins divine sign
Dine with wine sunshine

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

the Vil to Brazil, live on your C-SPAN radio band
Explicit, dice kiss it, pour a little
Golden from Cuba, Miss Aruba
as Asia, met her up in Mecca
Getting up in Just Cipher, hit it on the first
Plotted my escape, twelve hours shift at the
How can you beat a G a in '88?
Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the Izod
Mama work so hard to pay the landlord
A grand in your card, times is hard
The gun hammer click, when the blitz
We scramble like Vick, automatic six one to the head
Yo, the so hot, it's red, but that's home
And my Glock burn your skin to the bone
Sonny Corleone don't discuss it on the

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