Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin News

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

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

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

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

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

is no one going? No step flowing
With real 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 foot and put it iny ya shoes
Cause if ya fuck with us yo ya to lose

news
If you mess with the bull your gonna get the
When the clouds is dark that means finna storm
If ya car is and the music is loud
That ya setting off alarms in the crowd

When ya senses tell you that something is up
Then I suggest you go with ya gut, don't your first mind
Always pay attention to your warning
Always be awoke, always be aware, always over ya shoulder
Always be alert of the

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

Still money, still money on my folks
I play out I'm just like Pea-Cokes
I survive in a drought, I sit on all my
And wait for the value to sky
Make client pay top dollars so when they comin' cop it

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

Cause when the morning come yes we news
Evening come yo we news
So up ya foot and put it iny ya dancing shoes
Cause if ya fuck us yo ya bound to lose

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

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

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

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

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

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