Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin the fuckin O` bannons.
One on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his neighborhood me.
like birds you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, a nigga in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These other dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall a death trap.
boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on dry Cush,
And when it comes to paper I stack books.
You heard I said,
I can put you on feet or put some money on your head.
Life cheap,
better off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga fee.
See every mother fucker at the door get a key,
You outside in, so tell me what you see.
Its about its bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, 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 your
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the in the face;
Take her bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken
I don't wanna rape ya, i just the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift fist camacho, i got so
Much style i should be wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; you to a seizure
Then fuck moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the beggin for the dick
And your moms ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're dead wrong)