Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin News

Well I mean man, Ranking 'long side E-40, ya hear?
All crew, pick up yourself thou 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 don't keep
Let 'em know this is grown man shit ya fucking with
Autoloaders, rifles ya fucking 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 outta my
Cause I'ma getting my money on and be about me and mine
Watch out for salty ass niggas during daylight time

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

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

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

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

Breakin'
If you mess with the your gonna get the horns
When the clouds is dark that means it's 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, ignore your first mind
Always pay attention to your warning
Always be awoke, always be aware, always look ya shoulder
Always be of the rollers

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

Still money, still on my mind folks
I play out I'm just like Pea-Cokes
I in a drought, I sit on all my dope
And wait for the value to sky
Make 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
Evening yo we breaking news
So lift up ya foot and put it iny ya dancing
if ya fuck with us yo ya bound to lose

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

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

Er' since yo ass was a 'lil kid
The slave masters would give him all the over and crap from the pig
Enough of that, I what 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 grew up and went to with
A be the dude that cross you and try to get you hit
Cause misery loves company and company misery
And money jealousy 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 come yo we breaking
So lift up ya foot and put it iny ya shoes
Cause if ya fuck with us yo ya bound to
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