Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Keeps Turning

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

I flow like CD's in the
Moosh in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm, from the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't G

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

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

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

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

Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank
is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my quick
Shaky off the dick

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

Come back on the and smoke 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 shots, down the block

I guess a nigga gettin' he got
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and niggas to smoke niggas
fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
To a that didn't even care

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

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

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

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

But you was wrong, didn't know the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the yard
a teenage group I'm turnin' loots to tracks
Me and my niggas

You wanna know the hos used to do
me and my crew came bustin' through
All sorts of brew
till my brown eyed balls turned blue

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

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

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

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

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