Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Keeps Turning

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

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

So leave me alone I'm in the
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 bust or play bones?

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

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

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

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 flow from my
I'm slow but equipped with the proper
Show me the one shit so I can drop a fool
I'm out to glow a nigga if he think 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 a gun bustin' shots, down the block

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

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

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

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined
As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, 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
take it back to the first side
When you was a new and jockin' my new track

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

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

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

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

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

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
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 stankin' pussy and crack rock dwells