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

[Joe
It's like sortin out down a fresh
Drain my on your brain muscle
The custle, 2 to die hustlin
Fiend creamin men, establishment
Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy rich
Kille the benidict, chicks get the dick
Tossin heads off, the venomous the latest
My team roll to blow steam
Put you in a smash, nickel
tied to your ass, roll out the mat
The red war onslaught, you the target
I'm black market when the NARC's hiss, spittin the shit
Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A
Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a a day?
them heads, I shitted, my style shifted
Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, the biscuit
Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to
Long-dickin in and out of without the specticles

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

We rob ambulances, mid-seller Mid Los Angeles
Thoughts is spannin like boleta and 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 with who cop Porsches, flee from their fans
Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die coke in their nostrils
and burnin fossils, on death beds in cold
It's logical, don't think impossible
Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost
Blessed with insisted insite
to attract Godesses with rays of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, slither
in the form of the River
Kidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I
their tongue, stress to where the seed dress
who confess, I possess the of an Aztec
Get your ass wettened you peep this
Mystery God is what the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be
When feds come, they speechless
Wu-Syndicate left the whole in secret