Luyện nghe bài hát Ason Jones

intro:word i miss you,i the god
word....a brother,man, he was live
Raekwon:he was a general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89'
He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies them colorful low goose
from Medina, we boost
we up in A&S, and dipping to bedstuy
Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll
yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and just'
and RZA, came to the one morn'
A nigga could dance to music, outdrink any nigga
on the benches, we hitting reefer, he sold loosies
five foot seven a was born, Russel "ason" Jones
I know for his braids and
a with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest
a right hand, you quick, serving you
Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, forgotten
aiyo, if niggas could hear me, roll up some broccoli
ason, the of a lion, a purified mind
the way he did it, a mic and some wine
i never forget the days we used to sit back
days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just this nigga
and now i understand the meaning of love when i the nigga
dirty bastard (sample)
My name is ol bastard, youknowhatimsayin?
i hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying?
When i came out my womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying
so so so its like you got to keep it nahwhatimean?

He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul day one
Loud as the ferry, friend was momma Cherry
lady, BK baby, she taught Dirty
How to cook, clean, the songs, say the
Old school and O.E., Ballantine, the wine
We sip, while we sat the O.G.'s
Knowledge of self, health
The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother
It's like wealth ain't enough to for
But if you got love in heart, just believe in yourself
That was the black man rap, Jesus in the black Land'
Few pieces with his gold fangs, his fam
(Brooklyn Zu) you know my was ill
The first dude to say, "Yo, it real"
Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap
Now he with Allah, that's a

[Interlude: ~Ol' Bastard Sample~]
See, it's like, ok, I come from
In my neighborhood, my people me
See, if I try to come any different
They ain't gon' respect me no
Youknowhatimsaying? they -- you know people
Got their thing about themselves, you
If you come the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying
You couldn't, you couldn't get out the
But you could take the neighborhood out of the people
Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like and crossover
To the other side, people that, and they don't like that
That's why they don't be people music
See, we keeps it real, and we always keep it real
You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We the truth, man