Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

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

[12 - Brooklyn 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 pear
Pussy, come here, let me whisper in ear
I make your disappear
I the wizard, bring blizzard
4-4 heavy when I it, Puffy shit I dis it
For them locks, I Vietnam shots
If you dare down my block
Pussy-ass gotta hire cops
one thing, Wu niggaz don't stop

[Joe
It's like sortin out down a bundle
Drain my on your brain muscle
The custle, 2 to die hustlin
Fiend creamin men, establishment
Ghetto Politics, benifit, die filithy rich
Kille the benidict, chicks get the dick
Tossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the
My whole team 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 when the NARC's hiss, spittin the sharp shit
Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A
Sippin on cabosi-ay, who take a lose a day?
Jizzed heads, I shitted, my style shifted
Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, cockin the
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 face, keep my dart bent
Benz wagon limo tint, me, my flick
Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with large
Project I handle, still on some calm shit
Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross
Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl
Street cat burn 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, no sleep
Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back
Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my
Global politics, black, Raigan was crazy

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