Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky

[Intro: Boyz in the
"Shit! Rick!
man! "

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

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

2:]
Feelin' all fucked up, up to a doctor
All I could think about, was that the took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, Sinatra, I told the detective
Get clear like Belvedere vodka
Them shots created a monster
Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of
I seen in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the life "Ricky! "
Then they shot the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
I'm where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw just for a cocked
mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was in
my grandmother house went up for auction
And that's what tipped [?], I'm back to buy the block then
Too niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options
If Compton the murder capital, we in the top ten
by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty bouncin' off the ground
This how my living room sound, when my got shot down...

[Sample from in the Hood: Crying