Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm loving the in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, fire, everything females looking good, ain't it
My nigga agrees, we near fainted
(Not knowing that my face portrait was painted)
(That same day)
Anyways we chilling on the shooting the breeze
Arguing about who was the MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, player it's Jay-Z
My cuts it short, sending me to the A&P
Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of
You're damn right, I was making for A's(?) last night
And you know them vets make you up an appetite
Split, in the Ac, it's deaded in the back
Won't start, pumping them tracks killed my
Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the
Dud I live for Camelo and PF Cuttin' tapes
Can't forget what Clue got, Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it's only five my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind
on the way to the grocery point
Be soon momma say
(Not knowing that my portrait was being painted)
(That same day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her
Sunbathing so we honkin',
She the finest I seen in nine 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, me well feed
Here come the ice trucks, some kids playing double dutch
ill but too young to touch
Then one child said, yo Big Sox the album due kid?
It's out stupid, I want to form a B
a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated from society
Hit the corner, my nigga Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker where my at? Lie to me!
And I'mma brake that, you let's a walk
get it on my way back, we gotta talk
I heard one of them coons the other side of the block
Was fucking with you over bullshit
And pulled illigitly
{Yo he acted shifty because my where his chick be hangin dude}
Ignore that shit G and keep thang banging, in everyway
(Not knowing that my face portrait was painted)
(That same 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 motioned and muted
In my mind while I saw these niggas creep up behind
I see one pull a nine, I scream AROUND!
Too late, my nigga brain stained the ground
They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying
Now motherfucker, man's nothing but a memory
And him with another sucker punch
the lunch, today I'm killing the bunch
I run outside with one lie dead
The other bleedin' from the
Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the 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 Samuel L.
the corner, I see them niggas running away
Hit the shortcut, I'm waiting at his
I'mma end this today
Look, he comes now
never felt pressure like this before
Debating, I should blast on site
Or wait 'til the motherfucker puts the key in the
Creep up on a nigga with hand
On the hair pintrigger, me momma
but I'm going to be a little late with the
I mean, you diner's just going to have to wait
Turn motherfucker!

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