Luyện nghe bài hát On My Briefcase

(lynch):
Now on my briefcase was some crumbled
A pack of saravegas and a 24 o.e.
Might as well skeez these of hoes
In my 69 malibu sittin' on trues and
For you might have seen me in my cinnamon cut chrome shoes
With some you can't see me tint on the indo syndrome
Smokin' it up, not givin' a fizuck
Sold the cut, my said that nigga's sqautin' what?
Got at the carl, and got some of that bomb
Had me so high I got off like vietnam
Dead bodies and bitches clits simmerin' in the pot
And the shit don't stop until my muthafuckin' chronic or drop
It's just that type of thang, let the mac rain guts in the drain
Siccmade niggas make the world go round
And if you fuck with music you can get your ass gunned down

(phonk beta):
I had a homie who stayed up in alaska, to transfer flights over nebraska
And flew me back a ounce of that alaska indica weed
And out of the whole zip one seed
Had it wrapped real all up in cellophane
Can't have the k-9 smell it, man
If only you saw what I was seein', the buds was almost white, not green
Had to be one of one hitter quitter dome splitters
That's the type a tweed that makes you wanna fuck baby-sitter
I roll a fattie, I roll this fattie
Niggas'll be all noid wonderin' why lookin at me
have the nerve to say my shit ain't bomb
But it'll have your burnin', like your puffin' on napalm

(zagg):
I wipe that sweat up off my forehead, I'm off the
Lay back and take a hit, with a q-tip, it's splittin' my lips
And my dome stays split off
I hit a lick a quickness, dumpin' dead bodies in ditches
Appreciate the fact, correct, 'cause I could be vicious
Suspicion, comin' up on recognition I'm creepin' up behind
With a 12 gauge, non-fiction, I'm all prepared to go for
So step in line, a of hits, dome split, I be lit on a for real base
With a machete I'll slice neck just like them jason cases
Murder traces, but I ain't pinned there's no evidence
Slight scent of that cusche plant, and I can almost sense the essence
What's the lesson? get tested, don't if you can't come correct
It's that west coast shit for I don't know what you expected
I'm reckless, nevertheless I'm a in a bulletproof vest
Puttin' it down, pound for pound, you to take a step down
50 rounds, I'm runnin' through your whole town
em down like doom set on deathmatch with the bfg-9000 cartoon