Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm loving the in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, females looking good, ain't it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near
(Not that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very day)
we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze
Arguing who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player it's
My moms 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 beats for A's(?) last night
And you know them vets make you work up an
Split, jump in the Ac, it's deaded in the
Won't start, them tracks killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the
Dud I live for Camelo and PF Cuttin' tapes
Can't forget Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can it's only five from my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind
on the way to the grocery point
Be back soon say
(Not that my face portrait was being painted)
(That same day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. is on her lawn
so we honkin', errh
She the finest forty-something I seen in lives
Not even Mr. Johnson she forty-five
That's why I've made the pledge, no more
Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me feed
come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too to touch
Then one said, yo Big Sox when's the album due kid?
It's out stupid, I to form a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated society
Hit the corner, there's my Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker where my at? Lie to me!
And brake that, you let's take a walk
I'mma get it on my way back, we gotta
I heard one of coons from the other side of the block
Was fucking with you some bullshit
And clips illigitly
{Yo he acted shifty because my crib's where his be hangin dude}
Ignore that shit G and keep that thang banging, in
(Not knowing 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 line and what do I
Through the window, that same and his kinfolk
Everything 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 my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, your man's but a memory
And hits him another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today I'm the bunch
I run outside with one lie dead
The other bleedin' from the
the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg
Yo Freddy chill, I'm about to retaliate
Ill of murder, blowe
it now it's time to kill
Cock back, I'm for action
Becoming one Samuel L. Jackson
the corner, I see them niggas running away
Hit the shortcut, I'm waiting at his
I'mma end shit today
Look, he comes now
I've never felt like this before
Debating, I should blast on site
Or wait 'til the motherfucker the key in the door
Creep up on a with God's hand
On the pintrigger, forgive me momma
but I'm going to be a little late with the
I mean, you know diner's just to have to wait
Turn motherfucker!

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