Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do fuckaz its Weezy Baby,
bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his love me.
Bullets like 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 tell him catch up mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These other niggaz dope, I'm wet baby, yes.
Get get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born a backbone,
And if you we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to paper I stack books.
You what I said,
I can put you on feet or put some money on your head.
ain't cheap,
You're off dead.
If you pay the fee,
Shout out my fee.
See every mother fucker at the door get a key,
You lookin in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
Kidnap a make him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the
Take her gucci bag and the face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken
I don't wanna ya, i just want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you call mr. macho, the head
Swift like camacho, i got so
Much style i should be down wit the
Make up to break up 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 shit! just the two hits!
Her the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock
I guess i was a combination of house of and bobby 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)