Luyện nghe bài hát Trylogy

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

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

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

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

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

Hollow bandit, to knock him off if he standin'
Position the cannons, telegraph the parameter
Paralyze anything that walks perimeter
Cervical lacerated lost to missiles

Interrogated and I posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the exposed
Change up the game, cockin' and sparks
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to

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

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

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