Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky

[Intro: in the Hood]
"Shit! Rick!
man! "

"Ricky! "
"Help me! me! Somebody, help me! "
"Ricky, Ricky! "
"Ricky! "

1:]
Blood of a slave, of a giant
Had to leave Aftermath, Dre I was too defiant
That was five years ago, look how it go
Destroyin' Interscope, myself like Plaxico
But fuck that, blaze one, where the yo?
Hit the freeway and see how fast the go
Roll the down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I
How bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, 'em and they all outside
Niggas try to me up like Malcom
But in the window caine smoking was the outcome
I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and down a stallion
So niggas think twice about my or
You'll Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! "
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and percent snitch
a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the fitted more famous than Griffey did
And just to think, several ago they tried to split his wig
Two to the chest, his heart, one hit his rib
Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I hear...

2:]
Feelin' all up, woke up to a doctor
All I could think about, was the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I the detective
Get this clear like Belvedere
Them five shots created a
Hell's Kitchen comin' out of Compton
I seen in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
was the real life "Ricky! "
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I to God
If I'm lying then is New York and I'm Rakim
I'm from where niggas get murdered stock rims
And punched in the jaw just for a cocked
Nobody mama let the cops in, we got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was in
my grandmother house went up for auction
And what tipped [?], I'm goin' back to buy the block then
Too many locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options
If ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a
With a tre-pound, forty bouncin' off the ground
how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down...

[Sample from in the Hood: Crying