Luyện nghe bài hát Ason Jones

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

He had a heart of gold, intelligent from day one
Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma
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
of self, good health
The fortunes that came with the game, had my insane
It's like wealth ain't enough to for
But if you got love in your heart, just believe in
That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black
Few jewelry pieces with his 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, a blessing

[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Sample~]
See, it's like, ok, where I come
In my neighborhood, my know me
Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to any different
They ain't gon' me no more
Youknowhatimsaying? Because -- you know people
Got thing about themselves, you know
If you come from the neighborhood,
You couldn't, you couldn't get out the
But you could never take the 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 buying people
See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' it real
You can't knock what's real, We telling the truth, man