Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin News

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

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

Somebody gon' mind shit ya fucking with
We a fuck about who ya with and whatever horse ya rolled in on
Ya ain't take me outta 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 around the of the year when the splitter splatter
Folks be losing the lives, they 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 praying what the preacher be speaking
Them suckas like to cheat, watch the say it's cool
Them double back pull out them and tools
And beddybye your Harrington riches and varmen rifles screws
For bragging rights, just to say he the news

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

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

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

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

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

money, still money 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
them client pay top dollars so when they comin' cop it

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

Cause when the morning yes we breaking news
come yo we breaking news
So lift up ya foot and put it iny ya shoes
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 it's late
I'm at three hundred and twenty now but I used to weigh three fifty

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

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

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

Well is no one going? No flowing
With king news now we all stop joking
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 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
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