Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother fuckaz its Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta the cannon.
close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll you missin like the fuckin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
the AK47 made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear bitches hummin,
Don't let that bird shit, he got a stomach.
know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his and leg,
tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the nigga doin it,
Bet baby.
other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall a death trap.
Them boys pussy, without a backbone,
And if you we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
Some cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to that paper I books.
You heard I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some money on head.
Life cheap,
better off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga fee.
See every fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so me what you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
a nigga make him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun
smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, i just want the
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you call mr. macho, the head
fist like camacho, i got so
Much style i be down wit the stylistics
Make up to up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til
She remember shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the
And your moms ain't ugly my dick got rock quick
I guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her (yo big, you're dead wrong)