Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm the weather in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near
(Not knowing my face portrait was being painted)
(That same day)
Anyways we chilling on the shooting the breeze
Arguing about who was the MC
Verbally my nigga, saying player it's Jay-Z
My moms it short, sending me to the A&P
Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of
You're damn right, I was beats for A's(?) last night
And you know them vets you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, it's in the back
Won't start, them tracks killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, hit the brakes
Dud I live for them Camelo and PF tapes
Can't forget what got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can it's only five from my crib
And anyway my Jay who got my Mastermind joint
on the way to the grocery point
Be soon momma say
(Not knowing that my portrait was being painted)
(That very day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her
so we honkin', errh
She the finest I seen in nine lives
Not even Mr. Johnson believe she
That's why I've the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me with you big girl, keeping me well feed
Here come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double
Looking ill but too to touch
Then one child said, yo Big Sox when's the due kid?
It's out stupid, I want to form a B
Like a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated society
Hit the corner, there's my Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker my tape at? Lie to me!
And I'mma brake that, you let's a walk
I'mma get it on my way back, we gotta
I one of them coons from the other side of the block
Was fucking with you over some
And pulled illigitly
{Yo he acted shifty because my crib's where his chick be dude}
Ignore that G and keep that thang banging, in everyway
(Not knowing that my face portrait was painted)
(That same day)
We gets to the A, and P Jay's smoking so them wait for me
I'm standing in the line and what do I see?
Through the window, that coon and his kinfolk
Everything turned slow motioned and
In my while I saw these niggas creep up from behind
I see one a nine, I scream TURN AROUND!
Too late, my Jay's brain stained the ground
They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut what
Now motherfucker, your nothing but a memory
And him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today I'm the bunch
I run outside with one nigga lie
The other bleedin' the head
the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg
Yo Freddy just chill, I'm about to
Ill visions of murder,
Fuck it now it's to kill
Cock back, I'm for action
Becoming one with Samuel L.
Turn the corner, I see them niggas away
Hit the shortcut, I'm waiting at his
end this shit today
Look, he comes now
I've never felt pressure like before
Debating, whether I should blast on
Or 'til the motherfucker puts the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga with hand
On the hair pintrigger, me momma
but I'm going to be a little with the groceries
I mean, you know diner's just going to have to
around motherfucker!

Now, if this was you, what the would you do?