Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do fuckaz its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I tuck the cannon.
close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the O` bannons.
One on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the AK47 his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest doin it,
Bet baby.
These niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get get back boy it's a set back,
ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap.
Them pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
Some cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to paper I stack books.
You what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some on your head.
Life cheap,
better off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga fee.
See every mother fucker at the don't get a key,
You outside in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its than me
I told my homies don't him bring the nigga to me, yea.
miss, you fuckin with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana
Throw you in a - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the
Take her bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, i want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you call mr. macho, the head
fist like camacho, i got so
Much style i should be wit the stylistics
Make up to break up in background*} niggaz need to wake up
the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the til amnesia
She don't remember shit! the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker for the dick
And your moms ain't love; my dick got rock quick
I guess i was a combination of house of pain and brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
her then i asked her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i in her e-y-e (yo big, you're dead wrong)