Luyện nghe bài hát What You In Fo'

[jail

Son I just my bitch
to my crib 'bout half past six
Kid's in diapers, no food was fixed
I was like, "Yo bitch - why no food fixed?"
She on the phone with her friend talkin bout
I snatched the receiver from that bitch CLICK
She got all excited, to throw fit
at me then I swung back - BITCH!

[Method
What you in It happened in the club
with some I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love
Ladybug was in my peachfuzz, she was
Talkin hot fudge, can't do it like she does
in the hot tub - know her man was in the club
And dove never mentioned that she had a scrub
It have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me
shootin my game like a thirty-eight baby
Let's cut a rug, that's when I a shove
What the blood do - actin like he won the Golden
I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a
I'ma throw a slug - that's how we be cuz
I see dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz
Big Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug
you in fo'?

[jail

I'm locked down for tryin to my block down since a shorty
The Old was like, "Street put the glock down"
I was raised in slums, how the gun sounds
and now I got one - c'mon, who wanna now?
to sundown, ready for showdown
Whoever wanna down, the gangsters better slow down
Wake up, you be in a cell with forty of us
(What you in fo'?) In for over money love and lust
(What you in fo'?) In for life, let me tell you twice
I might bang you twice and take the life
What you in

the Chef]
Jail - get up
Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me
Pass off packages cat, you gotta eat to live
Meet the crib; got a starvin niggaz in here big
So pop off, that's props, bring in
glocks we 'em oxes
Be a real live nigga, mops and shit, take over shit
Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I clothes
Slide brokers where get hid
Fuck Russians and Latins
The most marble black slipper style
Goin out thrashin niggaz, kicks get
Big sizes, in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
wigs, lay six months
That's dog, make it home Lord
Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under
monster anger
Bop through the halls with
Live God like the of all chambers..

[jail