Luyện nghe bài hát Ason Jones

intro:word i you,i miss the god
word....a brother,man, he was live
Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89'
He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies them colorful low goose
coming 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 allah
and RZA, came to the one morn'
A could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga
on the benches, while we reefer, he sold loosies
five foot seven a legend was born, "ason" Jones
I know for his and lessons
a with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest
a right hand, you quick, you remy
Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, forgotten
aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then up some broccoli
ason, the heart of a lion, a mind
the way he did it, with a mic and some
i would never forget the days we 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
Interlude:ol dirty (sample)
My name is ol dirty bastard,
i dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare,
When i came out my womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying
so so so its like you got to keep it real

He had a of gold, intelligent soul from day one
as the ferry, best friend was momma Cherry
Sweet lady, BK baby, she taught
How to cook, clean, the songs, say the
Old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the
We sip, we sat with 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 in yourself
That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black
Few jewelry pieces 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, a blessing

~Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample~]
See, it's like, ok, where I from
In my neighborhood, my know me
See, if I try to come any different
They gon' respect me no more
Youknowhatimsaying? Because they -- you know
Got their thing about themselves, you
If you come from the neighborhood,
You couldn't, you get out the neighborhood
But you could never the neighborhood out of the people
Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like and crossover
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 keep it real
You can't what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man