Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

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

2xs]

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

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

[chorus

(if you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies blown)
And I was late gettin' home,
with my old lady
She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's
Motivate through you like a mist
You can hold me in your like that nitro hit
First degree me if the weed can toss
It'll talk some shit, gotta get me an
Make me a hemp museum like
I'm tryin to bump my head on the
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, raccoons
a attitude I need food to eat up
Smoke a fat blunt on my with my feet up
Top notch program, dos indo 95 upgrade siccmade
paid 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 goes

[brotha lynch hung sends out shout til the end]