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]
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 my man carry big bear and don't care?
They say he hold a nigga fruit pear
Pussy, come here, let me in your ear
I make your disappear
I play the wizard, blizzard
4-4 heavy when I left it, shit I dis it
For them locks, I bring shots
If you dare beatbox my block
Pussy-ass gotta hire cops
Remember one thing, Wu niggaz stop

Mafia]
It's sortin out down a fresh bundle
Drain my pain on your muscle
The custle, 2 to die hustlin
Fiend men, lavish establishment
Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die rich
the benidict, chicks get the rented dick
Tossin heads off, the sunnin the latest
My whole team roll to blow
Put you in a smash, gleam
tied to your ass, out the welcome mat
The red war onslaught, you the target
I'm black market when the NARC's hiss, the sharp shit
Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A
Sippin on cabosi-ay, who take a lose a day?
them heads, I shitted, my style shifted
Them out-of-town niggaz to quiz it, cockin the biscuit
thugs is ice mugs, the tied to nose
Long-dickin in and out of hoes the specticles

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Cut you at the side of your face, my dart bent
Benz limo tint, play me, my flick
Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with chips
Project scandles I handle, still on calm shit
Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross
Myalansky, As type, pearl 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 street
Hit him we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep
Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the seat
Little start from right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, you mad meef
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my
thug politics, black, Raigan was crazy

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