Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin News

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still money, still money on my folks
I never out I'm just 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 No step flowing
With 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 come get

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

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

My doctor me lose weight, my doctor said
"Charlie Hustle, we gon' turn all this fat that you got muscle"
But fools gon' think that I'm smoking, no they loc
You got high blood
The leading cause of death black folk

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

Know who to be cool and who not to be cool 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 loves
And money jealousy and envy

Well is no one No step flowing
With real news now we all stop joking
in my pocket, come try take it
He run up and want but if ya want them come get

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