Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin News

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

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

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

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

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

Well is no one No step flowing
With real king 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 news
Evening come yo we news
So lift up ya foot and put it iny ya dancing
Cause if ya fuck with us yo ya bound to

Breakin'
If you mess with the bull gonna get the horns
the clouds is dark that means it's finna storm
If ya car is parked and the music is
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 your first
pay attention to your warning signs
Always be awoke, always be aware, always over ya shoulder
Always be alert of the

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

Still money, still money on my mind
I never out I'm just like Pea-Cokes
I in a drought, I sit on all my dope
And for the value to sky rocket
Make them pay top dollars so when they comin' cop it

is no one going? No step flowing
With real king news now we all stop
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 news
So lift up ya and put it iny ya dancing shoes
Cause if ya fuck with us yo ya bound to

news, this just in
Have heart, have money, have when, ya never know when
Ya gotta fight to the death, you be running out of breath
Get in shape before late
I'm at three hundred and now but I used to weigh three fifty eight

My made 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 ain't loc
You got high pressure
The leading cause of death among black

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

Know who to be cool and who not to be cool with
the same dude you grew up and went to school with
A be the same 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 king news now we all stop
Money in my pocket, try take it
He run up and want but if ya want them come get

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