Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

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

[12 O'Clock - Zu]
know my steez, I jet to D.C.
Chromed-down M3, nigga that B.E.T.
Joe Clair, why these faggot-ass stare?
Don't they my man carry big bear and don't care?
say he hold a nigga fruit like pear
Pussy, come here, let me whisper in ear
I make clit disappear
I play the wizard, blizzard
4-4 heavy when I left it, Puffy I dis it
For locks, I bring Vietnam shots
If you beatbox down my block
niggaz gotta hire cops
Remember one thing, Wu niggaz don't

[Joe
It's like sortin out a fresh bundle
Drain my pain on brain muscle
The custle, 2 cats to die
Fiend creamin men, lavish
Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy
Kille the benidict, chicks get the dick
Tossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the
My whole roll to blow steam
Put you in a smash, gleam
tied to ass, roll out the welcome 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 could take a lose a
them heads, I shitted, my style shifted
Them out-of-town tried to quiz 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 limo tint, play me, my flick
Marlon Brando, Lou-ando gamble with large chips
Project I handle, still on some calm shit
Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's for cross water
Myalansky, As type, pearl torture
Street cat burn your empire, your sin of sourcer
Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now
Vet kid responsible, is his mouth leaked
Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south
Hit him we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep
Chain brand, bottle of found in the back seat
Little start from right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, you mad meef
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my
Global thug politics, black, Raigan was

We rob ambulances, like Mid Los Angeles
is spannin like boleta and co-plots of bandits
Natural advantage, you life for granted
Livin savage, moose know how it is to manage
as nimrod, flower bands with black hands
Run cats who cop Porsches, flee from their fans
Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die coke in their nostrils
and burnin fossils, on death beds in hospitals
logical, don't think it's impossible
Rip tracks with Rae' and possible
Blessed with insisted insite
to attract Godesses with tropics of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, snakes
in the form of the Amazon
Kidnappin parrots, if snitch, I deliver
their tongue, bandits stress to where the dress
who confess, I possess the of an Aztec
Get your ass wettened while you peep
Mystery God is what the 10% preaches, niggaz be leeches
When feds come, they never
Wu-Syndicate left the whole in secret