Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta the cannon.
close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you 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,
let that bird 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, shoot a nigga in his and leg,
Then tell him up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These other dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy a set back,
ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, without 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 that paper I books.
You what I said,
I can put you on your or put some money on your head.
ain't cheap,
You're off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga fee.
See every mother at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so me what you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I told my don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you with the hit man,
a nigga make him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie for mayor, the rap slayer
The layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. the bitch in the face;
Take her bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me honey
I don't wanna rape ya, i want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift like camacho, i got so
Much i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in niggaz need to wake up
Smell the beat you to a seizure
Then your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! the two hits!
Her the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my 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 e-y-e (yo big, dead wrong)