Luyện nghe bài hát Carribean Connection

Yo, wanna with Pun hah?
on the whole industry
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? on more styles than Pun?
Who the only one with a thousand guns?

Runnin' up in niggaz cribs like I paid the
Make you the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your grill with the fire
Hit your with the sawed-off from the shower powers I devour

I'm all about the fundamentals like Pun and
A of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
My compatible with the radicals
My odyssey type, qualities allow me to poli' with

Niggaz is cannibals and the a jungle
Where you either bet all bundles
Or on the simple and humble
My niggaz'll with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for grand

Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a pieces
And out we jettin' to the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, bitches the team, pile on the green
in green like flowers in Spring

For now I'm a King, so more than money, all the honies
Used to me, Punny 'cause my fam was always hungry
But now we rollin' lovely, and you worse, want my money
Let steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first

trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm perico
Yo, what's the yo?
I'm making moves just like Castro

Mucho trabajo, poquito
I'm selling
Yo, the dilly yo?
I'm making moves just like Castro

Yo, yo, yo, keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the
The battle's on, where I in composition
A crowd, waitin' to see, if I break
like first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate

never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, Cry For Me Argentina'
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my
In three days, I rise like Christ and sober

Now my eyes open, in my I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the guy sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't me when I'm angry
I turn 'Mr. Neighborhood' topsy turvy

Foes and enemies meaning the in the dictionary
This Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
Bodies, from War I and II is there
You don't a third war that's nuclear warfare

So Big Pun, the stacks, make it fast
Illegal money turns now we runnin' a laundromat
Your and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking

Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb
Run out of the building or get blast in your
Tec for tec, or we can go for text, oh
I forgot, you read, so take this hole in your chest, blaow

Hide the blood, you the gun, run and hide
So the DT shows up
He it was a suicide
Suicide, it's a

Mucho trabajo, poquito
I'm selling
Yo the dilly yo?
I'm making moves just like Castro