Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky

[Intro: in the Hood]
"Shit! Rick!
man! "

"Ricky! "
"Help me! me! Somebody, help me! "
"Ricky, Ricky! "
"Ricky! "

1:]
Blood of a slave, heart of a
Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too
That was five years ago, how fast it go
Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself Plaxico
But fuck that, blaze one, the matches yo?
Hit the freeway and see how the Aston go
the window down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my diamonds and how cash I blow
How many bitches I fuck, how many I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and all outside
try to shut me up like Malcom
But standin' in the window smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a
Hit Hollywood late night and down a stallion
So niggas twice about my medallion or
hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! "
My nostalgia is one hundred percent and zero percent snitch
Park a and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted famous than Griffey did
And just to think, several years ago they to split his wig
Two to the chest, his heart, one hit his rib
Then I blacked out, a movie, all I could hear...

2:]
Feelin' all fucked up, up to a doctor
All I think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, Sinatra, I told the detective
Get clear like Belvedere vodka
Them five created a monster
Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris was a actor
2Pac was the life "Ricky! "
Then they shot down the nigga that him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New and I'm Rakim
I'm where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And in the jaw just for a cocked brim
Nobody mama let the cops in, we got no options
to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
Then my grandmother house went up for
And that's what tipped [?], I'm goin' back to buy the block
Too many niggas in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no
If ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty bouncin' off the ground
This how my living room sound, my brother got shot down...

from Boyz in the Hood: Crying