Luyện nghe bài hát Stretch

I grams of coke,
Mix it lactose, that's what I do!

I a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, I'm through!
Product
I got it man
In the hood I'm plastic man!

man,
I the money come faster man!

Your favorite bad guy's gone, The dead
So for now forever you're stuck with the kid
I ain't to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be in an office
pimped me? I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me 'round, I blast my heat
94' I was trying to Mason for bricks raw
fucked up the jux, they took no orders little boy, stretch
The cocaine, I go hard when the drought
When the straps come out, son, niggas the outcome
Lay low, low, you may see Jesus
You hit with a stray, yo, for no fucking
You praying for a Benz, it's a blessing you
a miracle that God gave me this TEC, now I'm eating
Cop it, it, profit, it's all for sale
Cocaine, rain, I'm so for real, yeah

I grams of coke,
Mix it lactose, that's what I do!

I make a a dope
like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product
I got it man
In the I'm like plastic man!

man,
I make the money come man!

I'm the dope-man, coke-man, smoke-man,
The X-man, TEC-man, you respect, man
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder
Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more
Gun pop, one shot, drop, it wasn't me
the cops it wasn't me, you saw me right? It wasn't me
It's not my M.O., see me I make it
Get in the way I put a on my TEC
Call me crazy, I die for what I for
I have ammo flying out the
Commando, nah, like Rambo
I keep my cool as as the fucking grams go
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef Rae
It's hot in here, I'm by the cooking crack all day, stretch
We bag up all night
We goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right, yeah

I grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's I do

I make a ounce a
With like a of dope, befo' I'm through
Product
I got it man
In the hood I'm plastic man

man,
I make the money come man

It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's cocaine
Trying to blow blow, I'm who you fuck with, man
I got high, I made Batman fly
Your favorite hero took a hit, now you try
I don't care if it's a sin, I don't if you're ten
Look around kid, a cold world we're in
If you ask me my is extremely handsome
A Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson
Yeah, me falling off is far fetched
I a little to a lot, I make it stretch
In come the then come the Benji's
Fiends by the crackhouse, and dingy, yeah

I grams of coke,
Mix it lactose, that's what I do

I a ounce a dope
like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through
Product
I got it man
In the hood I'm like man

man,
I the money come faster man