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, wallies them colorful low goose
from Medina, we boost
we up in A&S, slipping and dipping to
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 dance to music, outdrink any nigga
on the benches, we hitting reefer, he sold loosies
five foot a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones
I for his braids and lessons
a wiseman with 120, kept a flag on his chest
a hand, you quick, serving you remy
Yo, lets to the fallen, lost 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 miss nigga
and now i understand the of love when i kissed the nigga
Interlude:ol dirty (sample)
My is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin?
i dont hide back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying?
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, friend was momma Cherry
Sweet lady, BK baby, she Dirty
How to cook, clean, the songs, say the
Old school 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
like wealth 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 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 Allah, that's a blessing

[Interlude: Dirty Bastard Sample~]
See, it's like, ok, I come from
In my neighborhood, my people me
Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any
They gon' respect me no more
Youknowhatimsaying? they -- you know people
Got their thing about themselves, you
If you come from the neighborhood,
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 jump and
To the other side, people understand that, and they don't like
That's why they don't be buying music
See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' it real
You can't what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man