Luyện nghe bài hát The Jookz

Yeah right, we gon' do it like this and like that
Y'knahmsayin, straight the top
Ha ha ha, that's it's your man Flavor Flav boy
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH snap, like that, like that
Yeah, like that, what nigga
We all the money!
That's right we do it like this once again
2005, comin live with no
That's right, KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK,
Check out the jookz, neighborhood crooks plot
Schemin on a comfortable spot got new locks
The L train, night 11 PM
2 trucks up, a Caddy, and a BM
First nigga, has the Caddy, he was a
on the passenger side, he pulls a oowop
The kid in the backseat, was on a stog'
Beemer was at the rock, ready to roll
11 o'clock, on point, and schemin now
for Flavor to come out, so we can stick him
Move up the stairs slow, look suspicious
Only thing you do is just {?} bitches
Did that weak clown, for {?} time
Once set that ain't shit, {?} slash the
Cover your face in case somebody see us
If somebody move, send they ass to...
Nigga what, saw the joker jump the
Snucked up behind him, yo {?} alone now
Grabbed the bag real quick, picked up the
{?} was the horn, here come the D's
Flashbacks, it's all last doin a bid
Violators from some asshole's crib
was then, this is now, this is a different story
That's right black, cold the employer
Gagged his mouth, tied his hands, he's
Lucky cause we seemed selfish
Cocked the hammer, but caught the whole jookz on camera
That 2005 right here
They front on this
It's that shit son you know it
Aiyyo, aiyyo the gates of hell, call it a jail cell
and hesitatin and waitin for a visit now
The is crazy, look at the Timberlands
Your is John, they'll be callin you Quinton
six, lights out, fights break out
Do you understand what I'm talkin
Ass be caught in the system, hoardin the cigarettes
Givin out nigga threats, givin out bitch
You can't escape, you can't face the
Tell the Joe hell no cause don't fight fair
Handcuffs, make a man tough
They call it justice, but just one us - damn!
I even want to say it
don't want no labels on us
Stay in class, get kicked out of class
That's right Flavor boy, in your face
That's right DeVante they front on this
They can't front on DeVante, they can't front on this right?
Yo can't front on this, aiyyo
Yo Fido, whassup Fido, they front on this?
They front on this, that's right
Holla at your boy, holla at your boy, at your boy