Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Keeps Turning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she was gettin fucked 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
is for real

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

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

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

But you was wrong, didn't know about the big
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the yard
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 bustin' through
All sorts of brew
Underground till my brown eyed balls blue

This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna
I smoke on, I on till I spoke on
packin' shows like Farrakhan
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 times fattest sack
times is clever

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

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

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