Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm loving the in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, everything females good, ain't it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we fainted
(Not knowing that my face portrait was 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, of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter
You're right, I was making beats for A's(?) last night
And you them vets make you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, it's in the back
Won't start, pumping tracks killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, hit the brakes
Dud I for them Camelo and PF Cuttin' tapes
Can't forget what Clue got, Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk only five from my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind
Stay on the way to the grocery
Be back soon say
(Not that my face 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 made the pledge, no chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me feed
Here come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double
ill but too young to touch
Then one child said, yo Big Sox when's the album due
It's out stupid, I to form a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam camp in '73, from society
Hit the corner, my nigga Jay eyeing me
where my tape at? Lie to me!
And I'mma brake that, you take a walk
get it on my way back, we gotta talk
I heard one of them coons from the other side of the
Was fucking with you over some
And pulled illigitly
{Yo he shifty because my crib's where his chick be hangin dude}
Ignore that shit G and keep that banging, in everyway
(Not knowing that my face was being painted)
(That very day)
We to the A, and P Jay's smoking so them niggas wait for me
I'm standing in the express and what do I see?
Through the window, that same coon and his
Everything slow motioned and muted
In my mind while I saw these creep up from behind
I see one a nine, I scream TURN AROUND!
Too late, my nigga Jay's stained the ground
They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying
Now motherfucker, your man's nothing but a
And him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today I'm the bunch
I run outside one nigga lie dead
The other bleedin' the head
Grab the gat Jay had on the inside of his leg
Yo Freddy just chill, I'm about to
Ill visions of murder,
it now it's time to kill
Cock back, I'm for action
Becoming one with Samuel L.
Turn the corner, I see them running away
Hit the shortcut, I'm waiting at his
I'mma end shit today
Look, here he now
I've never felt like this before
Debating, whether I should on site
Or 'til the motherfucker puts the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga with God's
On the hair pintrigger, me momma
but I'm going to be a little late the groceries
I mean, you know diner's just to have to wait
around motherfucker!

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