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 it was the year 89'
He stayed the freshest, polo boots, with them colorful low goose
coming Medina, we boost
we up in A&S, slipping and dipping to
Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll
yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and just'
and RZA, to the island one morn'
A nigga dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga
on the benches, while we hitting reefer, he loosies
five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason"
I know for his and lessons
a wiseman knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest
a right hand, you quick, serving you
Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, forgotten
aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up broccoli
ason, the of a lion, a purified mind
the way he did it, with a mic and wine
i would never forget the 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 kissed the
dirty bastard (sample)
My is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin?
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 like you got to keep it real

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

[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard
See, it's like, ok, where I come
In my neighborhood, my people me
Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to any different
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 the neighborhood 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 music
See, we keeps it real, and we gon' keep it real
You can't what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man