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 powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the 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 used to beatbox, 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 loosies
five foot a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones
I know for his braids and
a wiseman knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest
a right hand, you quick, serving you
Yo, toadt to the fallen, lost forgotten
aiyo, if niggas hear me, then roll up some broccoli
ason, the heart of a lion, a mind
the way he did it, with a mic and some
i would forget the days we used to sit back
days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, him and yo i just miss this nigga
and now i understand the meaning of love when i the nigga
Interlude:ol dirty (sample)
My name is ol dirty bastard,
i dont 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 you got to keep it real nahwhatimean?

He had a heart of gold, intelligent from day one
Loud as the ferry, friend was momma Cherry
Sweet lady, BK baby, she taught
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, good
The fortunes that with the game, had my brother insane
like wealth ain't enough to live 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 my brother was ill
The dude to say, "Yo, keep it real"
Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap
Now he with Allah, that's a

[Interlude: Dirty Bastard Sample~]
See, it's like, ok, where I from
In my neighborhood, my people me
Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any
They gon' respect me no more
Youknowhatimsaying? Because they -- you people
Got their thing themselves, you know
If you come from the neighborhood,
You couldn't, you get out the neighborhood
But you could never take the out of the people
Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to jump and crossover
To the other side, people understand that, and they 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 real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man