Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do fuckaz its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta the cannon.
Listen close I got tape and rope,
I'll you missin like the fuckin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his neighborhood me.
Bullets birds you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let that shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, a nigga in his thigh and leg,
Then him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These other niggaz dope, I'm wet baby, yes.
Get back get boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born 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 niggaz cry wolf, I'm on dry Cush,
And when it comes to that I stack books.
You what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some on your head.
Life cheap,
better off dead.
If you pay the fee,
Shout out my fee.
See every mother fucker at the door get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me you see.
Its about its bigger than me
I my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i tokes of the marijuana smoke
you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, i want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift fist camacho, i got so
Much style i should be wit the stylistics
Make up to up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! 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 brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i asked her the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, dead wrong)