Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

Yo, I beat the case, now I the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll less spittle
a baby's lip, the digi made me flip
Plus they paid me chips, to spray the clip
And empty out on you, in like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, plus we housin'
In abandoned with a thousand tools
Crazy shootin' dudes off the beat
Brainless boutless who be stuck off the leaf
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 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 blunts 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 one, I dare ya'll run through New York City
Or any or place, my face, royal taste, pace myself
Ace my health, with wealth
Undetected like the of a Stealth, I move for self
Or any man, woman or child that I fam
the way I am, word to Glock, my sister Pam
Son, lived through the terror of the World blues
Nine o'clock news, the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, made my moves, my dues
From the School of Intelligence, I stayed
Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the of Kings
We never die, my name, sustained like blood
Flow through the divine sign
with wine forever sunshine

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

From the Vil to Brazil, on your C-SPAN radio band
Explicit, dice kiss it, a little liquor
imported from 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 a G a week in '88?
to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod
Mama shouldn't work so to pay the landlord
A grand in your birthday card, times is
The gun hammer click, the pigs blitz
We like Vick, automatic six plus one to the head
Yo, the so hot, it's red, but that's home
And my Glock still your skin to the bone
Corleone don't discuss it on the phone

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