Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm loving the in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, everything looking good, ain't it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we fainted
(Not knowing that my portrait was being painted)
(That same day)
Anyways we on the stoop shooting the breeze
Arguing who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, saying it's Jay-Z
My cuts it short, sending me to the A&P
Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of and a stick of butter
You're damn right, I was making beats for A's(?) last
And you know them vets make you 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, nigga hit the
Dud I live for them Camelo and PF Cuttin'
forget what Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it's five from my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind
Stay on the way to the grocery
Be soon momma say
(Not knowing that my portrait was being painted)
(That very day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. is on her lawn
so we honkin', errh
She the finest I seen in nine lives
Not Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five
That's why made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride you big girl, keeping me well feed
Here come the ice trucks, some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too young to
one child said, yo Big Sox when's the album due kid?
It's out stupid, I to form a neighbourhood B
a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated from society
Hit the corner, there's my nigga Jay me
Motherfucker my tape at? Lie to me!
And I'mma brake that, you take a walk
I'mma get it on my way back, we talk
I heard one of them from the other side of the block
Was fucking you over some bullshit
And pulled clips
{Yo he acted because my crib's where his chick be hangin dude}
that shit G and keep that thang banging, in everyway
(Not knowing that my face was being painted)
(That very day)
We gets to the A, and P smoking so them niggas wait for me
I'm standing in the express line and what do I
Through the window, same coon and his kinfolk
Everything turned slow and muted
In my mind I saw these niggas creep up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I TURN AROUND!
Too late, my nigga Jay's brain the ground
They kicked my nigga in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, your nothing but a memory
And him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, I'm killing the bunch
I run outside with one lie dead
The bleedin' from the head
Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the of his leg
Yo just chill, I'm about to retaliate
Ill visions of murder,
it now it's time to kill
Cock back, I'm prepared for
Becoming one with L. Jackson
Turn the corner, I see them niggas away
Hit the shortcut, I'm at his crib
I'mma end this today
Look, here he now
never felt pressure like this before
Debating, whether I should on site
Or wait 'til the puts the key in the door
up on a nigga with God's hand
On the hair pintrigger, me momma
but I'm to be a little late with the groceries
I mean, you diner's just going to have to wait
around motherfucker!

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