Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

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

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

Mafia]
It's like sortin out down a fresh
Drain my pain on your brain
The custle, 2 cats to die
Fiend men, lavish establishment
Ghetto Politics, benifit, die filithy rich
Kille the benidict, get the rented dick
Tossin heads off, the sunnin the latest
My whole team roll to steam
Put you in a smash, nickel
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 could take a a day?
Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style
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 the specticles

(x2)]

Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart
Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my
Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with large chips
Project scandles I handle, on some calm shit
Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for water
Myalansky, As astatsian type, torture
cat burn your empire, your sin of course 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 once we dead him, him, losin no sleep
brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat
Little Mickey from right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, you mad meef
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my
Global thug politics, black, was crazy

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