Luyện nghe bài hát Secondz a Way

(first degree):
Shit done changed, the got bigger
To my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my on with the 80 p liquor
The bring out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin' with my musket, barred down substance
my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
I'm still givin' birth to perfect joints, I keep it
Still up with skeet sours, I like them heavy
Heavy'll put a little in your voice
Yamps choice, no rolls royce but I it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin' that shit
Bossy bitch think she too to trip
I'm first degree, not your average,
I'll your boulevard hoppin'
Poppin' off when a baller pack a of suckin'
Fuck you fuckin' up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the
As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the minds of too bufoons
Fools with no that love to watch my aura glisten,
They still listen
I...i got pot hot to trot, can't stop, won't stop
I got lynch in my backseat sniffin' for cops
I receipts of tweed purchase, purpose, write off at text time
So y'all go home, the smoke, it's relax time

Now I for smoke on my mind
I workin' hard and I got to unwind
About the j.o.a. stayin' in my
But I'm seconds away goin' insane
Now I need to lift

(lynch):
Now you niggas know I come like a lunatic
Man, they must be high 'cause they really know who they fuckin' with
I used to have all bombed out
Drink alize wine, then rhyme and tweeds till we dropped out
I got the out, no doubt,
if it ain't about rappin', gunplay's gon' happen
'cause I'm tappin' at yo' window, off that indo, sacs than santana
Better check your antenna on radio or your stereo or your video
'cause I'm not that pretty, but in the I'm critical
You got chance, now use
Hit you with the album, coutesty of siccmade music
Evidently you got against me
you tempt me, minty smells of the 20 sac of indo, killafornia's best
Player die a slow death, slow death

(ice-t):
I don't no chuck taylors and don't sag my pants
But I still the switch and make this 64 dance
niggas with me now than I had in the hood
And they for whatever and that's all to the good
you would test my technique and heart, nigga what?
Nigga, fuck that, bitch what? baby, duck!
What you wanna do now, ya bleedin' from the
Nigga wanted beef, now he beef no more
That's how I'm 9-6, bitch, rich and mad
in bikinis, rag lambroginis, overseer runnin' mad streets
Creepers with beepers and spots for glocks
And car escobar style, buck wild, you been there, you know the terrain
Niggas go insane, tryin' to get the
I'm just on the streets with my peeps
And I'm livin' for the day I catch a punk on the creep,