Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm loving the weather in this damn
Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, it
My Freddy agrees, we near fainted
(Not knowing that my portrait was being painted)
(That very day)
Anyways we chilling on the shooting the breeze
about who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, player it's Jay-Z
My moms cuts it short, 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 for A's(?) last night
And you know them make you work up an appetite
Split, in the Ac, it's deaded in the back
Won't start, pumping them killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the
Dud I live for them Camelo and PF tapes
forget what Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it's only five from my
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my joint
Stay on the way to the grocery
Be back momma say
(Not that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. is on her lawn
Sunbathing so we honkin',
She the finest forty-something I seen in lives
Not even Mr. believe she forty-five
why I've made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl, me well feed
Here come the ice trucks, some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too young to
Then one child said, yo Big Sox the album due kid?
It's out stupid, I want to a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam in '73, seperated from society
Hit the corner, there's my nigga Jay me
where my tape at? Lie to me!
And I'mma brake that, you take a walk
I'mma get it on my way back, we gotta
I heard one of them coons from the other of the block
Was fucking you over some bullshit
And pulled 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 that my face portrait was being painted)
(That same day)
We gets to the A, and P Jay's so them niggas wait for me
I'm standing in the express and what do I see?
Through the window, that coon and his kinfolk
turned slow motioned and muted
In my mind while I saw these niggas up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I TURN AROUND!
Too late, my Jay's brain stained the ground
They kicked my nigga in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, man's nothing but a memory
And hits him with another sucker
the lunch, today I'm killing the bunch
I run outside with one nigga lie
The bleedin' from the head
Grab the gat Jay had on the inside of his leg
Yo just 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 at his crib
I'mma end this shit
Look, here he now
I've never felt like this before
Debating, whether I blast on site
Or wait 'til the puts the key in the door
Creep up on a with God's hand
On the hair pintrigger, forgive me
but I'm going to be a little late 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?