Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

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

[12 O'Clock - Zu]
know my steez, I jet to D.C.
Chromed-down M3, that play B.E.T.
Joe Clair, why faggot-ass niggaz stare?
Don't know 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 clit disappear
I the wizard, bring blizzard
4-4 heavy when I left it, shit I dis it
For them locks, I Vietnam shots
If you beatbox down my block
Pussy-ass niggaz gotta hire
Remember one thing, Wu don't stop

Mafia]
It's like out down a fresh bundle
Drain my pain on brain muscle
The custle, 2 cats to die
creamin men, lavish establishment
Ghetto Politics, benifit, die filithy rich
the benidict, chicks get the rented dick
Tossin off, the venomous sunnin the latest
My whole team to blow steam
Put you in a smash, gleam
tied to your ass, roll out the mat
The red war onslaught, you the target
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 to quiz it, cockin the biscuit
Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to
in and out of hoes without the specticles

(x2)]

Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart
Benz limo tint, play me, my flick
Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble large chips
Project scandles I handle, still on some calm
Darts spit, Mr. orders for cross water
Myalansky, As type, pearl torture
Street cat burn your empire, your sin of course
Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now
Vet kid responsible, is his mouth leaked
Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on street
Hit him once we him, forget him, losin no sleep
Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the seat
Little Mickey start right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, you mad meef
Wu cat, rap, raisin my babies
Global politics, black, Raigan was crazy

We rob ambulances, mid-seller 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 from their
Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their
and burnin fossils, on death in cold hospitals
logical, don't think it's impossible
Rip tracks with and Ghost possible
with insisted stroll insite
to attract Godesses with rays of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, snakes
in the form of the Amazon
parrots, if they snitch, I deliver
their tongue, bandits stress to where the dress
who confess, I the men-tal of an Aztec
Get your ass while you peep this
Mystery God is the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches
When feds come, they speechless
Wu-Syndicate the whole state in secret