Luyện nghe bài hát Family Reunion

[Intro - BH - talking]
Uh oh!
It's time again
been too long
It's reunion
We got to school to the game (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
You know what talk to 'em (HUH?)
Let's go (IS THIS YOU WANT?)

Budden - talking behind Killa BH]
Uh
Mic check, mic
Check, one two, one two

[DJ On - talking]
Y'all already know time it is (y'all already know what time it is)
reunion (family reunion)
Ransom (Ransom), Hitchcock (Hitchcock), Fab (Fab), go

Budden - talking behind DJ On Point]
The is out niggaz, uh
Get 'em boy

1 - Ransom]
Ain't tryin to rap or play me
be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old AV
Black pay me, still get the smack off Baisley
Cause I'm touchin more diesel than old lady
Boy, you did it, I it, I get it, I punish
The shit that I with'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss, I spit it, you love it
Matter fact, I'm a Viking, I need a village to plumage
Yeah, the nigga is here, the city is
You got the Then I think I need to sit in your chair
We really get physical here
And the sky's the limit nigga, I put your clique in the air
Baby, so playin, 'fore the clips spray 'em
And have his MIA like Saban
His whole shit caved in, my whole clique
bodied nigga, my whole shit pavement
You spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods, where your head'll be
And it's that you gettin it now, in the precinct confessin it now
I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns,

[Verse 2 -
High in the before the storm
Lincoln Park, the
Slang rock on the same that the water on
I be more than gone, run and get your form
Next time I a song, gon' put my daughter on
Cause she than most niggaz
I triggers, for you broke niggaz and gold diggers with no figures
That why I the heater, for all you non-believers
I'm on your ass like white on Rice, I'm
Better con the preacher, you to get on a feature
Better get your casket (why?), I'm gon' eat ya
We ain't in the same weight
Your fake ass, couldn't stop a nigga brake pads
I'm way past, that you ever did
I'm better kid and we never a bid
easy to get a cig
In the bing, I'm Ving Rhames, I bring pain
I sling off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all who?
I spit the whole lead, they be callin Code Red, like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to two, you could get your back (OH!)
Cause chemic's out of minutes like a TracFone (NIGGA!)
Get homes, I'm back on my shit
I don't mingle, I'm like Pringles, stackin my
Clappin my fifth, you the 'test me
Comin out a "Blade" to get Wesley sniped
So the cops arrest me, right? It's not happenin
You ain't ever gonna get on, so stop
(H20) comin summer, so stop askin
All heat Wall Street, your stock crashin
Now the Feds want to his rights
Lord have mercy, Christ, I got passion
I'm black and all my gettin this 'feti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop and (what? OH!)

[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad
So whatever you tryin to do little niggaz (niggaz), I done (done)
And since you want to live by it little (nigga), then die by the gun (gun)
See whatever you tryin to do nigga, I've already done (done)
So how the fuck you gon' win nigga (nigga), I've already won (won)

3 - Fabolous]
Like we always do it,
Yes (yes), go (yes), uh huh
Aiyyo, money is the root of all evil I
But when I'm broke is usually I have the evilest thoughts
That's when the arms come out, like sleeves when short
more bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught
And Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith & Wesson ya
shoes pop up like Instant Messenger
You've got mail, naw nigga you got
And my Mac, you use for iChat
got that, confused that will lie flat
And my gat is on leg like tat
I nigga, who you dudes
Some niggaz who tryin to get some youtube views
So you want a point blank, boy you're too close
Bail's in pocket, this is Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties seen me in that four door
Double pipes like a off shotty, nigga

(IS THIS YOU WANT?)

4 - Joe Budden]
Look, I flow sickly, ridin, bumpin old
Roll with me or weight, Nicole Richie
plat, if I don't reach diamond fame
I treat a nigga's like the old Simon game
out why men try us
Cause we OD on and then tires, for that we Len Bias
All it takes is a
He ain't brave, he a
I'll put his in boxes, meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel
Should yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells
And you ain't got to empty pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin is mine, you my
See I don't get how this guy is a
I make his life inept for a pie to the
Ride or die, if you nigga, ride to the death
I acappella the whole side of his chest
Not retirin, still got pension pendin
Tryin to pop the and see the engine missin
barrelled shotgun, have your men get missin
She got pretty eyes and she in mint condition
Oh the cig in the car, you en moi
Take the ratchet go and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is, you promise the
I one line her (you), you Isiah Thomas the
I could send a clique at a nemesis target
And a ROR on some Jena 6 charges (naw)
Naw, I'll put thing away
I don't even need a whole hairdo to flip 'em, all it take is one wave
Been in the bing for days, show you how I'm
Come home to the with the Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack, got the poppin off
They not on 'em, the fiends is noddin off
For real, tell me how you a thug and you (nigga)
I just seen you in the club doin the (nigga)
A bunch of clowns
All I need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable stone
paper (I mean), cake by the layers
If these is live, I'm the Creative Player
They 'em 'Kings' when they so so hot
Something's with that picture, must be Photoshop
I don't promote violence, but sparkin the flame - BLAM
Arms wavin like the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop, it whole blocks
Come around your dog and get Cujo shot
These MC's is lame, I try to be an MC with
niggaz is MC Brains
Bein nice, rappers is far from bein
I'm on the rooftop recordin, and is bein sniped
like

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Outro - DJ On Point - talking - w/ Killa BH ad in background]
Shout to the BSC (whole BSC)
to my nigga Dru Cartier
SlimeBugz, DJ
The Don (The Don), Dre (Dre Bless)
DJ Baby Dru (DJ Dru)
My nigga