Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

[Chorus (x2): Joe
thug politics, every man in his argument
We form as one, who can it?
the heart of this
Catch heat, but 4
The is deep, try and swallow this

[12 O'Clock - Zu]
Niggaz my steez, I jet to D.C.
M3, nigga that play B.E.T.
Joe Clair, why faggot-ass niggaz stare?
Don't they know my man carry big bear and don't
They say he hold a fruit like pear
Pussy, come here, let me in your ear
I make your clit
I play the wizard, blizzard
4-4 heavy when I it, Puffy shit I dis it
For them locks, I Vietnam shots
If you dare beatbox down my
Pussy-ass gotta hire cops
one thing, Wu niggaz don't stop

[Joe
It's like out down a fresh bundle
Drain my on your brain muscle
The custle, 2 to die hustlin
creamin men, lavish establishment
Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy
Kille the benidict, get the rented dick
Tossin off, the venomous sunnin the latest
My whole team roll to blow
Put you in a smash, gleam
tied to ass, roll out the welcome mat
The red carpet war onslaught, you the
I'm black when the NARC's hiss, spittin the sharp shit
Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A
Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could a lose a day?
Jizzed heads, I shitted, my style shifted
Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, cockin the
Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to
in and out of hoes without the specticles

(x2)]

Cut you at the side of your face, keep my bent
Benz wagon limo tint, me, my flick
Marlon Brando, Lou-ando gamble with large chips
Project I handle, still on some calm shit
Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's for cross water
Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl
Street cat burn your empire, sin of course sourcer
Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now
Vet kid responsible, is his mouth leaked
peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street
Hit him once we dead him, him, losin no sleep
brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat
Little Mickey start right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad
Wu cat, rap, raisin my babies
Global thug politics, black, was crazy

We rob ambulances, like Mid Los Angeles
Thoughts is like boleta and co-plots of bandits
Natural advantage, you life for granted
Livin savage, even moose how it is to manage
as nimrod, flower bands with black hands
Run cats who cop Porsches, flee from their fans
Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, die with coke in their nostrils
and burnin fossils, on death in cold hospitals
It's logical, don't think impossible
Rip tracks with and Ghost possible
Blessed insisted stroll insite
to attract with tropics rays of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, snakes
in the form of the River
parrots, if they snitch, I deliver
their tongue, bandits stress to the seed dress
who confess, I possess the men-tal of an
Get your ass wettened you peep this
Mystery God is the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches
When feds come, they speechless
Wu-Syndicate left the whole state in