Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky

[Intro: in the Hood]
"Shit! Rick!
man! "

"Ricky! "
"Help me! Help me! Somebody, me! "
"Ricky, Ricky! "
"Ricky! "

1:]
Blood of a slave, heart of a
Had to leave Aftermath, Dre I was too defiant
That was five ago, look how fast it go
Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
But that, blaze one, where the matches yo?
Hit the and see how fast the Aston go
Roll the down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my and how much cash I blow
How many bitches I fuck, how many I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and all outside
try to shut me up like Malcom
But standin' in the window smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late and knock down a stallion
So think twice about my medallion or
hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! "
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent
Park a and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous Griffey did
And just to think, several years ago they tried to his wig
Two to the chest, his heart, one hit his rib
Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I hear...

2:]
Feelin' all fucked up, up to a doctor
All I could think about, was the cops took my weed and my choppers
They me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective
Get this like Belvedere vodka
Them shots created a monster
Hell's comin' straight out of Compton
I Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
was the real life "Ricky! "
Then they shot the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then is New York and I'm Rakim
I'm where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw for a cocked brim
Nobody let the cops in, we ain't got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was in
my grandmother house went up for auction
And that's what tipped [?], I'm goin' back to buy the then
Too many niggas in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options
If Compton the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the
This how my living room sound, my brother got shot down...

[Sample from Boyz in the Crying