Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

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

We smoke those 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 shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, pace
Ace my health, with wealth
like the wings 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 the terror of the World Trade blues
Nine news, abused the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, made my moves, my dues
From the School of Intelligence, I benevolent
high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the Kings of Kings
We never die, my name, sustained like blood
Flow through the veins sign
with wine forever sunshine

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

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

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