Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

[Chorus (x2): Joe
Global thug politics, every man in his
We as one, who can abolish it?
the heart of this
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, that 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 fruit like pear
Pussy, here, let me whisper in your ear
I make your clit
I the wizard, bring blizzard
4-4 heavy when I it, Puffy shit I dis it
For locks, I bring Vietnam shots
If you dare beatbox my block
niggaz gotta hire cops
Remember one thing, Wu niggaz don't

Mafia]
It's like sortin out a fresh 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
heads off, the venomous sunnin the latest
My whole roll to blow steam
Put you in a smash, gleam
tied to ass, roll 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?
Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style
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, my dart bent
Benz wagon limo tint, me, my flick
Marlon Brando, Lucky gamble with large chips
Project I handle, still on some calm shit
spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross water
Myalansky, As astatsian type, torture
Street cat burn your empire, your sin of course
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, him, losin no sleep
Chain brand, bottle of found in the back seat
Little Mickey start from hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, you mad meef
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my
Global politics, black, Raigan was crazy

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