Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Keeps Turning

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

I flow like in the deck
fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch from the
I the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G

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

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

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

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

of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust
A tar can of hos to my system quick
bitches off the dick

'Cos she got a vice grip on the from my lips
I'm but equipped with the proper tools
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 on the scene and smoke a Phillie, G
I really dream of mine now let me tell you what's silly
Me, buckin' my team is murder one
I heard a gun shots, down the block

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

'Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill,
Nigga how ya feel? You try to be real
is for real

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

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

I'm than most, but I got the shorter temper
And I'm cooler than foes that know how it goes
take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and my new track

But you was wrong, know about the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school
With a teenage group I'm loots to tracks
Me and my like

You wanna know what the hos to do
When me and my crew came through
All sorts of brew
Underground till my brown eyed turned blue

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

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

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

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

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