Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm loving the weather in this damn
Hot, like fire, females looking good, ain't it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near
(Not that my face portrait was being painted)
(That same day)
Anyways we on the stoop shooting the breeze
Arguing who was the illest MC
slapped my nigga, saying player it's Jay-Z
My moms it short, sending me to the A&P
for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter
You're damn right, I was making for A's(?) last night
And you know them vets you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, it's deaded in the
start, pumping them tracks killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, hit the brakes
Dud I live for Camelo and PF Cuttin' tapes
Can't forget what Clue got, Tony and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it's five from my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my joint
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. Johnson is on her
Sunbathing so we honkin',
She the finest I seen in nine lives
Not even Mr. Johnson believe she
That's why made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl, me well feed
Here come the ice cream trucks, kids playing double dutch
ill but too young to touch
Then one child said, yo Big Sox when's the due kid?
It's out stupid, I to form a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated society
Hit the corner, my nigga Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker my tape at? Lie to me!
And brake that, you let's take a walk
get it on my way back, we gotta talk
I heard one of them coons from the side of the block
Was fucking you over some bullshit
And clips illigitly
{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 my face portrait was being painted)
(That same day)
We gets to the A, and P smoking so them niggas wait for me
I'm in the express line and what do I see?
Through the window, that same coon and his
Everything turned slow motioned and
In my mind while I saw these creep up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I TURN AROUND!
Too late, my nigga Jay's brain stained the
They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying
Now motherfucker, your nothing but a memory
And hits him with another punch
Fuck the lunch, I'm killing the bunch
I run outside with one nigga lie
The other from the head
Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the of his leg
Yo Freddy chill, I'm about to retaliate
Ill visions of murder,
Fuck it now it's time to
back, I'm prepared for action
Becoming one with L. Jackson
Turn the corner, I see them niggas running
Hit the shortcut, I'm waiting at his
I'mma end this shit
Look, he comes now
I've never felt pressure like before
Debating, whether I should blast on
Or wait 'til the puts the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga with God's
On the pintrigger, forgive me momma
but I'm going to be a little with the groceries
I mean, you diner's just going to have to wait
Turn motherfucker!

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