Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm loving the weather in this neighbourhood
Hot, fire, everything females looking good, ain't it
My nigga agrees, we near fainted
(Not knowing my face portrait was being painted)
(That very day)
Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the
about who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player Jay-Z
My moms cuts it short, me to the A&P
Supplies for supper, quart of milk, of bread and a stick of butter
You're damn right, I was making beats for A's(?) night
And you know them make you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, deaded in the back
Won't start, pumping them tracks my battery
Mad at me, errrr, hit the brakes
Dud I live for them Camelo and PF tapes
Can't forget what got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it's five from my crib
And anyway my Jay who got my Mastermind joint
Stay on the way to the grocery
Be soon momma say
(Not knowing my face portrait was being painted)
(That very day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her
Sunbathing so we honkin',
She the finest forty-something I seen in nine
Not Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five
That's why made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me well
Here the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too young to
Then one child said, yo Big Sox when's the due kid?
It's out stupid, I want to form a B
Like a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated society
Hit the corner, there's my Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker my tape at? Lie to me!
And I'mma brake that, you let's take a
I'mma get it on my way back, we gotta
I heard one of them coons from the side of the block
Was fucking with you some bullshit
And pulled clips
{Yo he acted shifty because my crib's where his 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 gets to the A, and P Jay's smoking so them niggas for me
I'm standing in the express line and what do I
Through the window, that coon and his kinfolk
Everything turned slow and muted
In my mind while I saw niggas creep up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I TURN AROUND!
Too late, my nigga Jay's brain stained the
kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, your man's nothing but a
And hits him with another sucker
the lunch, today I'm killing the bunch
I run outside with one nigga lie
The other bleedin' from the
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 time to kill
Cock back, I'm prepared for
Becoming one with L. Jackson
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
never felt pressure like this before
Debating, whether I should on site
Or wait the motherfucker puts the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga God's hand
On the hair pintrigger, me momma
but I'm going to be a late with the groceries
I mean, you know diner's going to have to wait
Turn motherfucker!

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