Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

Yo, I the case, now I face the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll less spittle
From a baby's lip, the made me flip
Plus they paid me chips, just to spray the
And out on you, in sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, plus we fools
In abandoned apartments with a tools
Crazy dudes buck off the beat
Brainless fools who be stuck off the leaf
Two in their hands yellin' "Fuck the police!"
On the weekend get drunk and they fuck the niece
Of the chief, she got the tattoo
On her breast shaped like The W
Go 'head the guns, son, I'll 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 Beez all on your map

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

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

From the Vil to Brazil, live on your C-SPAN band
Explicit, dice it, pour a little liquor
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 a G a week in '88?
Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the Izod
Mama shouldn't so hard 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 still burn your skin to the bone
Sonny Corleone discuss it on the phone

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