Luyện nghe bài hát Vietnam

Yo
I'm the weather in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near
(Not knowing that my portrait was being painted)
(That very day)
Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the
Arguing about who was the MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, player it's Jay-Z
My moms cuts it short, me to the A&P
for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter
You're damn right, I was beats for A's(?) last night
And you them vets make you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, deaded in the back
start, pumping them tracks 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 from my crib
And my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind joint
Stay on the way to the point
Be back momma say
(Not knowing that my face portrait was painted)
(That same day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her
so we honkin', errh
She the finest I seen in nine lives
Not Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five
why I've made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride you big girl, keeping 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 to form a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam camp in '73, seperated from
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 from the other side of the block
Was fucking you over some bullshit
And pulled illigitly
{Yo he acted shifty because my crib's where his chick be 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 in the express line and what do I see?
Through the window, same coon and his kinfolk
Everything slow motioned and muted
In my mind while I saw niggas creep up from behind
I see one a nine, I scream TURN AROUND!
Too late, my nigga Jay's brain the ground
They my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, your nothing but a memory
And him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today I'm the bunch
I run outside one nigga lie dead
The other bleedin' the head
Grab the gat Jay had on the inside of his leg
Yo Freddy just chill, I'm to retaliate
Ill visions of murder,
it now it's time to kill
Cock back, I'm for action
Becoming one with L. Jackson
Turn the corner, I see them running away
Hit the shortcut, I'm at his crib
I'mma end shit today
Look, here he now
I've never felt like this before
Debating, whether I should blast on
Or wait 'til the motherfucker the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga God's hand
On the hair pintrigger, forgive me
but I'm going to be a little late with the
I mean, you know diner's just going to to wait
around motherfucker!

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