Luyện nghe bài hát Ason Jones

intro:word i you,i miss the god
word....a powerful brother,man, he was
was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89'
He stayed the freshest, boots, wallies with them colorful low goose
coming Medina, we boost
we up in A&S, and dipping to bedstuy
Native, he used to beatbox, listen
yo, before, the wu got on, him and allah just'
and RZA, came to the island one
A nigga could to slow music, outdrink any nigga
on the benches, while we hitting reefer, he loosies
foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones
I know for his and lessons
a wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his
a right hand, you quick, you remy
Yo, lets to the fallen, lost forgotten
aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then up some broccoli
ason, the of a lion, a purified mind
the way he did it, with a mic and some
i never forget the days we used to sit back
i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss this nigga
and now i understand the meaning of love i kissed the nigga
Interlude:ol bastard (sample)
My name is ol dirty bastard,
i dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying?
When i out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying
so so so its you got to keep it real nahwhatimean?

He had a of gold, intelligent soul from day one
Loud as the ferry, best was momma Cherry
Sweet lady, BK baby, she Dirty
How to cook, clean, the songs, say the
Old dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine
We sip, we sat with the O.G.'s
Knowledge of self, health
The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother
It's like ain't enough to live for
But if you got love in your heart, believe in yourself
That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black
Few jewelry 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 Allah, that's a blessing

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