Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Season

<9th
Get the get the vests
sin>
Word up, your nines
prince>
Crazy get out there god
Blast that nigga
sin>
It's all over here
assasson>
Killa sin, 9th prince,

<9th
Yo, it's season
Y'all thugs is of high treason
Many of them
Some getting sent to the brain for no
On the streets niggas kill without a license, in
It's all for real cause is real
Don't sleep on the cat he's packing steel

sin>

Ayo nigga I'm on the rules
Wasted in my hand, half a grand
Injure that pretender in the land
he be the crack man
Selling major (? ) by the pager son
He the one sporting crazy tunes (? ) 'em with your tongue
So here's the
Get the glock I got the
Follow him for two
And pop him if he do
Scat back snap his nap back for that black
Pass the stacks to fat cat and find out the crack's at
Rolling out sure you keep your phone out
So I can reach shit quick
Get his whip and take my own route
For
Mistakes be for
Many who chase me
But never have the to embrace me
A game where all the rules change
I never the same
But to blame
My nigga buddha came with the aim
screamed stop the violence
So this nigga had the silencer black talons at any challenger
Yo, it was a ghetto vietnam I tried to flee and
Me and har my nigga buddha caught three in the arm
But one to his abdomen
I grabbed him and him
Had to see how bad crab had laced him
Yo, rapidly bleeding pleading for his life
care my seed and my wife
Make she's feeding him right
True indeed black I got back
I hold it on the real
May you in peace son
I see you on the

Get the out the way, move, move
Get the out the way, oh shit