Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was through the hood one day
Thought shit den down,
"gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been
Ain't to nobody from my block
Cause all my is locked up
And been all ever I seen wit a guillotine
So I was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen and some "greenodine"
seen a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill
(mothtafuckas ain't got no for me)
(niggas wanna put slugs in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha lynch hung, but the call me kevin
They try to make me they close to me, but neb'in [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, recipts for alibis
And the meat they ate them drive-bys ain't mine
Cause a supe' desguise
As I swoop the high off that buddha
Tah mixed the and the purple hairs
And it got me
(now I'm on the river)
mr. fedex
(cause bodies I deliver)
Got to get to my next
Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks"
And heat the heat it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
And hot den a mothafucka
(all day everyday) i'mma stay loaded up, "krondike" in the
And a pound of james brown
Cause I gots to get loaded so up soldier

2xs]

The goes
(one more pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a choke)
(ain't got no down ass bitch at my
But I got some bomb ass in my ride)

Nothin but notches,
my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta have my pay
The got me high now I'm paranoida den these booches
Filthy rich, take the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell your bitch
To me with that hoe shit
Cause i'mma get this nigga he surface
And that's on I love, I gots to split his wig
up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket
Rib heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells
Send him to express from his mailing address
We got his name, for sho', we went to the house and did that shit
I know I said I do it in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew
Somebody betta jack his ass up a six-four impala
You on dirty water
your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ? woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke your last

[chorus

(if you smell any smoke just me and my homies gettin' blown)
And I was late gettin' home,
with my old lady
She was at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's animated
Motivate through you like a mist
You can hold me in chest-plate like that nitro hit
degree told me if the weed can toss
It'll some shit, gotta get me an underspot
Make me a hemp museum b-legit
I'm tryin to bump my on the moon
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' meat, fried raccoons
a attitude I need food to eat up
Smoke a fat blunt on my couch my feet up
Top notch program, dos mode indo 95 upgrade
Stay til the day on the ground, i'mma lay, i'mma stay loaded up
In my trunk I got the blow you up and blow you up
And the count

[brotha lynch hung sends out shout til the end]