Luyện nghe bài hát Trylogy

Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin'
Like Muggsy, Typhoons, Kurupt
a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot that moves

Load to from "The Blue Lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounce on house
So start it off skitzin' on the first nigga
hit the stack, heard me, hear me?

Heard that, word don't pass the do
Before you gotta show 'em heart and soul and Desert Eagle fo'
then watch 'em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue

Two pumps ready for a
Full Baretta, six with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen to flip
After I flip these bitch for they shit

I been down with the twist since
with a automatic, snappin' reaction
I'm of waitin', a thirty-eight, I'm jackin' for Daytons
the door in for sure, double four's rammin'

Hollow bandit, ready to him off if he standin'
Position the cannons, the whole parameter
Paralyze anything walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated to missiles

and I paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin' and explode
I'm a marksman, of death, ten steps to draw

And all, end to anything before
In a war, off like a Concorde jet
But fool, D.P.G.'s the set
In a war, this is when the heart's exposed

up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start
Not a fuck while all y'all bitchin'
Dis is for all my G's, my ho-mies birds and servin' ki's

I'm with King T and Tha Liks, it up
Like bitch, get the fuck off my
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb,
Crystallized coke and limes, I give a fuck