Luyện nghe bài hát The Plot - Brotha Lynch Hung

You know I'm off the Mad Dogg 20/20 I'm plottin' for
This old man greedy he tryin' to keep for me I live him stiff as a mummy
What become of me I'm desperate 'bout to let it spit unless he break
I want the lettuce and whole sandwhich you know it
I should be poundin switches down the and plannin'
No head is how you found him was plot

The spot's surroned by pitbulls and you get past them you get shot
It was about 9 o'clock I was at the grindin' spot Niftted got the word where he at
It's time to get that 9 millimeter heater and hurt that I squirt that
Led in your life deadin' wife with the led pipe redin' your white sheets
said in your life you might as well snipe'em writin' obituary rippin'
Scary punk ass bitchinary stichin' you carry is complimentary of Musicc]
We keep it crackin' automatics we rappin' of cellar

right before the 4th of July I didn't make it somethin' was off
'Cause I saw it in my sleep wake up coughin' dripin' sweat almost breath
Took a minute to accept just had to get calm and collect'd wipe the sweat up off my
Then felt the blood on my neck just invasion don't wanna give the police no statement
Look around see if maybe a drugged somebody to the basment recall
Guess I dunk too of that Madd Dogg last night 20/20 like 3, 2, 1 I blast off
Back in the day when I use to ride the train I saw of events I say I wish I never seen
So I feel like anytime I gots to leave my I got to get my pistol and have my pitbull keep look out

See now a dirty situation you makin' don't be mistakin' I shakin' scrappin'em off the concrete to the Lincoln
I should've raped 'em they rapein' me fuckin' me a hotel slut even though he dead I put the .12 gauge in his butt (BOOM)
No matter what I ain't goin' to the pen this Uthazim I use to get for matieral now I his cearal
I was a good kid turn'd bad(good kid turn'd bad) never had a dad and I sent to his pad(too his pad)
Broke into his and if he was home (home alone) hustla so good but this thing not ready hee we go
I rather load up the Ooh to remove his mind to spaghetti Zagg you know

And I had realized how I let off on his wife also figured out the on my neck was from his knife
He come to get my mann from what I guess be my bless thats right 'cause if i catch'em
Now it's goin' be a mess not even 2 next after that I heard the news
record company know for flexin' got gunn'd wit a duece-duece gotta watch my back now
'Cause I did his took I large chunk sratchin' hoppin' on an early flight met up with Lynch Hung
COS told him what well it looks like they could've guess'd it already know whats craccin'
to a meal ticket that what we should have knockin' and the third of profit
That's goin' straight into my (Thats right)