Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

[Chorus (x2): Joe
Global 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]
know my steez, I jet to D.C.
Chromed-down M3, nigga play B.E.T.
Joe Clair, why these faggot-ass stare?
Don't they know my man carry big bear and don't
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 them locks, I Vietnam shots
If you dare beatbox down my
Pussy-ass gotta hire cops
Remember one thing, Wu don't stop

Mafia]
It's like sortin out a fresh bundle
Drain my pain on brain muscle
The custle, 2 cats to die
Fiend men, lavish establishment
Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die rich
the benidict, chicks get the rented dick
Tossin heads off, the venomous the latest
My team roll to blow steam
Put you in a smash, gleam
tied to your ass, 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?
Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style
Them out-of-town niggaz to quiz it, cockin the biscuit
Shattered is ice mugs, the tied to nose
Long-dickin in and out of without the specticles

(x2)]

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

We rob ambulances, mid-seller like Mid Los
Thoughts is spannin like and co-plots of bandits
Natural advantage, you life for granted
savage, even moose know how it is to manage
Wicked as nimrod, 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 beds in cold hospitals
logical, don't think it's impossible
Rip tracks with Rae' and possible
Blessed with insisted insite
to attract Godesses tropics rays of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, slither
in the of the Amazon River
parrots, if they snitch, I deliver
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
feds come, they never speechless
Wu-Syndicate the whole state in secret