Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Keeps Turning

As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
sermon, these niggas 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 face that lack
ya arm, pitch from the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't G

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanna what 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 broke on I spoke on
Miscellanea packin' shows like
Where is on another level two niggas that's on the same plateau

Now three times your tightest flow
And three ya tightest track
Three times fattest sack
times is clever

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

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

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