Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Keeps Turning

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
Street sermon, these are determined
As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined

I like CD's in the deck
fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you bust G

So leave me I'm in the zone
Walkin' the streets on my own, nigga get
Some niggas say that Where is gone
But I'm low in the cut and microphone
Are you gone bust or bones?

You motherfuckin' clone, get off that style and get'cha own
It's and it's on again
For the niggas slept, they shoulda stayed in step
And kept ya big mouth shut

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic burning
sermon, these niggas are determined

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realized my world is
My world is gone like disco, up Cisco in my Cammo
Standin' in back of me was my

Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system
Shaky bitches off the

'Cos she got a vice grip on the from my lips
I'm but equipped with the proper tools
Show me the one talkin' shit so I can a fool
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr

Come back on the scene and a Phillie, G
I really dream of gettin' mine now let me you what's silly
Me, buckin' my team is murder one
I heard a gun bustin' shots, the block

I guess a gettin' what he got
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke
I'll fuck one for y'all, made ya last phone call
To a trick that even care

she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there
Now you bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga
Nigga how ya You can't try to be real
is for real

As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are
As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are
As the world keeps turning, chronic burning
Street sermon, these niggas are

I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter
And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it
Let's take it back to the first
When you was a new jack and my new track

But you was wrong, didn't know about the big
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school
With a teenage group I'm turnin' to tracks
Me and my like

You wanna know what the hos to do
When me and my crew came bustin'
All sorts of blushin's
till my brown eyed balls turned blue

This is for the bitches and niggas that front
I smoke on, I broke on till I on
Miscellanea packin' shows Farrakhan
Where is on another level with two that's on the same plateau

Now that's three your tightest flow
And times ya tightest track
Three times your sack
Three is clever

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
Street sermon, these niggas are
As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined
As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined

Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the
Barely work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
To art in hell, where the man dwells
The place stankin' pussy and crack rock dwells