Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

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

[12 - Brooklyn 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 big bear and don't care?
They say he a nigga fruit like pear
Pussy, here, let me whisper in your ear
I make clit disappear
I play the wizard, blizzard
4-4 heavy when I it, Puffy shit I dis it
For them locks, I bring shots
If you dare beatbox down my
Pussy-ass niggaz gotta hire
Remember one thing, Wu niggaz stop

Mafia]
It's like sortin out down a bundle
Drain my pain on your muscle
The custle, 2 to die hustlin
Fiend creamin men, lavish
Ghetto Politics, benifit, die filithy rich
Kille the benidict, chicks get the dick
Tossin heads off, the venomous the latest
My whole team roll to steam
Put you in a smash, gleam
tied to your ass, roll out the mat
The red carpet war onslaught, you the
I'm black market when the hiss, spittin the sharp shit
Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A
Sippin on cabosi-ay, who take a lose a day?
Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my shifted
Them out-of-town niggaz tried to it, cockin the biscuit
Shattered 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, keep my bent
Benz wagon tint, play me, my flick
Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with chips
Project scandles I handle, still on some calm
Darts spit, Mr. orders for cross water
Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl
cat burn your empire, your sin of course sourcer
Arm-leg-head, tape, now torcher
Vet kid responsible, word is his mouth
peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street
Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no
Chain brand, of perfume found in the back seat
Little Mickey start from hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, of New York, stupid you mad meef
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, my babies
Global thug politics, black, Raigan was

We rob ambulances, like Mid Los Angeles
Thoughts is spannin boleta and co-plots of bandits
Natural advantage, you life for granted
Livin savage, moose know how it is to manage
Wicked as nimrod, flower bands with black
Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee their fans
Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their
and burnin fossils, on beds in cold hospitals
It's logical, think it's impossible
Rip tracks with Rae' and possible
Blessed with insisted insite
to attract Godesses with rays of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, slither
in the of the Amazon River
parrots, if they snitch, I deliver
their tongue, bandits stress to where the seed
who confess, I possess the of an Aztec
Get your ass wettened while you this
Mystery God is the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches
feds come, they never speechless
Wu-Syndicate left the whole state in