Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

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

[12 O'Clock - Zu]
Niggaz my steez, I jet to D.C.
Chromed-down M3, nigga 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 nigga fruit like
Pussy, come here, let me whisper in ear
I make your disappear
I the wizard, bring blizzard
4-4 heavy I left it, Puffy shit I dis it
For them locks, I Vietnam shots
If you dare down my block
Pussy-ass niggaz gotta hire
one thing, Wu niggaz don't stop

[Joe
like sortin out down a fresh bundle
Drain my pain on your brain
The custle, 2 to die hustlin
Fiend men, lavish establishment
Ghetto Politics, benifit, die filithy rich
the benidict, chicks get the rented dick
Tossin heads off, the sunnin the latest
My whole roll to blow steam
Put you in a smash, gleam
to your ass, roll out the welcome mat
The red war onslaught, you the target
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 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 to nose
Long-dickin in and out of hoes without the

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

We rob ambulances, like Mid Los Angeles
Thoughts is spannin like boleta and co-plots of
Natural advantage, you take life for
Livin savage, even moose how it is to manage
Wicked as nimrod, flower bands black hands
Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee from fans
Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in nostrils
and burnin fossils, on death in cold hospitals
It's logical, don't it's impossible
Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost
with insisted stroll insite
to attract Godesses with tropics of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, slither
in the form of the River
Kidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I
their tongue, bandits stress to where the dress
who confess, I possess the men-tal of an
Get your ass wettened while you this
Mystery God is the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches
When come, they never speechless
Wu-Syndicate the whole state in secret