Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta the cannon.
close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you like the fuckin O` bannons.
One on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets birds you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let that bird shit, he got a stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, a nigga in his thigh and leg,
tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a trap.
boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on dry Cush,
And when it comes to that I stack books.
You heard I said,
I can put you on your or put some money on your head.
ain't cheap,
You're off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga fee.
See every fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I told my homies kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him feel a kid again.
Relax and notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker layer - motherfucker say prayers
Hail mary of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the north
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna ya, i just want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift fist camacho, i got so
Much i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} need to wake up
Smell the beat you to a seizure
Then your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! the two hits!
Her the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock
I guess i was a of house of pain and bobby brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her i asked her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're wrong)