Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin News

Well I mean man, Ranking Scroo side E-40, ya hear?
All crew, pick up thou respect who say, every thing's cool
Fa sho, fa sho

either gonna be him or me and I ain't finsta be either or
Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a bull
Playas don't score
Let 'em know that this is man shit ya fucking with
Autoloaders, hunting rifles ya with

gon' mind somebody shit ya fucking with
We give a fuck about who ya with and horse ya rolled in on
Ya ain't finna me outta my zone
Cause stay getting my money on and be about me and mine
Watch out for salty ass niggas during daylight savings

Cause that's around the time of the year when the splatter
Folks be the lives, they kidneys and gall bladder
We in the stink of it man, me and my and gunners
We come through dumping those autoloader turkey hunters
lose sleep, never worry, never weep

You could spend that time that what the preacher be speaking
Them suckas like to cheat, watch the say it's cool
Them double back pull out hammers and tools
And beddybye them Harrington riches and varmen rifles screws
For bragging rights, just to say he the news

Well is no one going? No flowing
With real king news now we all joking
in my pocket, come try take it
He run up and don't but if ya want them come get

Cause the morning come yes we breaking news
come yo we breaking news
So lift up ya foot and put it iny ya shoes
Cause if ya fuck with us yo ya to lose

Breakin'
If you with the bull your gonna get the horns
When the clouds is dark that it's finna storm
If ya car is and the music is loud
That means ya setting off alarms in the

When ya spider senses you that something is up
Then I suggest you go with ya gut, ignore your first mind
Always pay to your warning signs
Always be awoke, always be aware, always look over ya
Always be of the rollers

When ya perking and ya sliding sipping Saint Ides or King
In ya scraper, feeling ya paper rubbing Donny Taylor or Carter
A lot smarter than the Joe
Straight out the ghetto call me E-40
Still hungry, still rapping like I'm 'spose

Still money, still money on my folks
I never play out I'm like Pea-Cokes
I survive in a drought, I sit on all my
And wait for the value to sky
them client pay top dollars so when they comin' cop it

Well is no one going? No step
real king news now we all stop joking
Money in my pocket, come try it
He run up and don't want but if ya want them get

Cause when the morning yes we breaking news
come yo we breaking news
So lift up ya and put it iny ya dancing shoes
Cause if ya fuck with us yo ya to lose

Breakin' news, this in
Have heart, have money, when, 'cause ya never know when
Ya fight to the death, you can't be running out of breath
Get in before it's late
I'm at three and twenty now but I used to weigh three fifty eight

My doctor made me lose weight, my said
"Charlie Hustle, we gon' turn all this fat you got into muscle"
But fools gon' that I'm smoking, no they ain't loc
You got blood pressure
The leading cause of death among folk

Er' yo ass was just a 'lil kid
The slave masters give him all the left over and crap from the pig
Enough of that, I said I said
Now get back to busting heads
Know when to act a fool and who to act a with

Know who to be with and who not to be cool with
Cause the same dude you up and went to school with
A be the dude that cross you and try to get you hit
Cause misery loves and company loves misery
And causes jealousy and envy

Well is no one No step flowing
real king news now we all stop joking
Money in my pocket, come try it
He run up and don't but if ya want them come get

Cause the morning come yes we breaking news
Evening come yo we news
So lift up ya and put it iny ya dancing shoes
Cause if ya with us yo ya bound to lose
Breakin'