Luyện nghe bài hát What?

Hey (hey), Pizzle! (pizzle), happenin', baby?
Young Fire! What? (what?), What? (what?), let's go in people!
1:
Welcome to the in Manilla, the Rumble in the Jungle,
Pain goin' hard in the tunnel,
Pass me the ball it's guaranteed I won't
but the make you stop, drop, roll, flip, tumble
(I ain't playin' with niggas!), man I thought that he heard
My flow game stupid, somebody come talk to these
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Chad, but I'm so Farrell [for
Got bitches lined up in of the sofa tail (?)
I get the, Beverly to the Louis outlet,
the shoes I'm out with ain't even comin' out yet,
If I her to the room, I bet she comin' out wet,
me, ain't nothin' come outta her mouth yet! Hey!
This is not a game and I stress it enough,
of you mothafuckas should be arrested and cuffed,
just for testin' my nuts, man I be than a bitch,
I got time for all these questions and stuff, what!?
What!?
2:
So many people in my pocket but they scared of what gon' find (find),
One more I have a Bugatti in no time (time),
Big ass chain'll make these lame go blind,
somebody get swizzled (?) and tell bitches it's showtime, aaooh!
I'm too sweet get cavities in your mouthpiece (piece),
and Nappy Boy is the shop in the southeast,
you niggas got pull but none of can out-clout me,
I tell the truth so you ain't make up shit about me! Aah!
I pull more hoes than a fireman,
Pussy nigga say it ya' chest and quit sayin' it from ya' diaphragm (damn!),
I keep on (yeah!), and I see these invisible niggas
man I might need a fuckin' eye exam! yeah!
Twenty niggas in the back of a Buick (deavor),
Keep goin' at like I did, and you'll truly be better now I can text forever (yeah!),
My kids' kids good (good), so I'm on my death bed I know I did good
What!?
Wh-what?! (Wh-what?!)
What! (Wh-What?!)