Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the avenue were talking to
been selling them dreams again
Breathe again, the is full of trees again
The buried under the streets is 'bout to
Leave the den of thieves and hooligans to
Fettuccine the of any cook looking new to the kitchen
up wishes and powder, flour the pan and the cake
He can bet that the cheddar in the refrigerator
To it fresh until it's on
Every day is preparation for
A holocaust, any cost, you to get on one or on two
Get three stacks and it back to the fortress
Wrapping five fingers that much cash will make a motherfucker Cassius Clay
Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas with a loaded fo-fo when he
Po-po on his shoulder so he's slow but goin', wouldn't you?
If you scared, say you scared, cause they comin' sweepin'
And got a problem sweepin' over you
Trust the is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to suck a dick
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and back
So backspinning and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle they at
Trunk rattle is the streets and probably eating the map
Versus verses, the hearses, Versace verses the and the pain
Slang, it seems it's a no-brainer the same folks sayin' it
Are the same folk that never seen a caddy-driven candy
Or the after the rain
Fucker, prepare for the
Hope you got a blanket or a keepin' you warm
The spoken word is
Scream motherfucker, dreams are
You ain't even gotta sleep
Don't sleep, Clipping bitch