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 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
from Medina, we boost
we up in A&S, slipping and 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 dance to music, outdrink any nigga
on the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold
five seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones
I know for his braids and
a wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his
a right hand, you quick, serving you
Yo, toadt 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 would never forget the days we 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 when i kissed the
Interlude:ol bastard (sample)
My name is ol bastard, youknowhatimsayin?
i hide nothing 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 nahwhatimean?

He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul day one
Loud as the ferry, best 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 came with the game, had my brother insane
It's like wealth ain't to live for
But if you got in your heart, just believe in yourself
That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the Land'
Few jewelry pieces his gold fangs, his fam
(Brooklyn Zu) you know my was ill
The first to say, "Yo, keep it real"
Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap
Now he Allah, that's a blessing

[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Sample~]
See, it's like, ok, where I from
In my neighborhood, my people me
See, if I try to come any different
They ain't respect 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 the neighborhood out of the people
Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like and crossover
To the other side, people that, and they don't like that
That's why don't be buying people music
See, we keeps it real, and we always keep it real
You can't knock what's real, We telling the truth, man