Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

Yo, I beat the case, now I the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle, but less than 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 fools
In abandoned with a thousand tools
Crazy dudes buck off the beat
Brainless boutless fools who be off the leaf
Two guns in their hands "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, I'll you
And if they get past me we got another two,

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

I shoot the fair one, I ya'll run through New York City
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, myself
Ace my health, great with
like the wings 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, lived through the terror of the Trade blues
Nine o'clock news, abused the 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
Flow through the veins sign
Dine wine forever sunshine

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

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

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