Luyện nghe bài hát The Whistle

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

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

I shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run New York City
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, myself
Ace my health, great wealth
Undetected like the of a Stealth, I move for self
Or any man, woman or that I call fam
That's the way I am, to Glock, my sister Pam
Son, lived through the terror of the World Trade
Nine o'clock news, the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, made my moves, paid my
the School of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent
Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the Kings of
We die, built my name, sustained like blood
Flow through the divine sign
Dine with forever sunshine

We smoke those the size of bats
We got those as long as axe
We that cheese right 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, pour a little
imported from Cuba, Miss Aruba
Sexy as Asia, met her up in
Getting up in Just Cipher, hit it on the first
Plotted my escape, twelve hours shift at the
How can you beat a G a week in
Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh
Mama shouldn't work so hard to pay the
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 your skin to the
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 Beez all on your map