Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

Yo, I the case, now I face the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle, but less than spittle
From a lip, the digi made me flip
they paid me chips, just to spray the clip
And empty out on you, in like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be crews, plus we housin' fools
In abandoned apartments with a thousand
Crazy shootin' dudes off the beat
boutless fools who be stuck off the leaf
Two guns in hands yellin' "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 shaped The W
Go snatch the guns, son, I'll cover you
And if they get past me we got two, yeah

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

I shoot the fair one, I dare run through New York City
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, pace
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, word to Glock, my Pam
Son, through the terror of the World Trade blues
Nine o'clock news, 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, built my name, like blood
Flow through the veins divine
Dine with wine forever

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

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

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