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
heat, but 4 novelists
The pain is deep, try and swallow

[12 - Brooklyn 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 they know my man carry big bear and don't
They say he hold a nigga fruit pear
Pussy, here, let me whisper in your ear
I make clit disappear
I play the wizard, blizzard
4-4 heavy when I it, Puffy shit I dis it
For them locks, I bring shots
If you dare beatbox my block
Pussy-ass gotta hire cops
Remember one thing, Wu don't stop

[Joe
It's sortin out down a fresh bundle
Drain my pain on your muscle
The custle, 2 to die hustlin
creamin men, lavish establishment
Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die rich
Kille the benidict, chicks get the dick
Tossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the
My whole team roll to blow
Put you in a smash, nickel
tied to your ass, roll out the mat
The red war onslaught, you the target
I'm black market when the NARC's hiss, spittin the sharp
Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A
Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a lose a
Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style
Them out-of-town tried to quiz it, cockin the biscuit
Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the to nose
Long-dickin in and out of hoes the specticles

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Cut you at the side of face, keep my dart bent
Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my
Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble large chips
Project scandles I handle, on some calm shit
Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's for cross water
Myalansky, As type, pearl torture
Street cat your empire, your sin of course sourcer
Arm-leg-head, tape, now torcher
Vet kid responsible, word is his leaked
Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south
Hit him we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep
Chain brand, of perfume found in the back seat
Little Mickey start right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, 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 take life for
Livin savage, even moose know how it is to
Wicked as nimrod, flower bands with hands
Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee their fans
Blowin collosal, apostles, some die with coke in their nostrils
and fossils, on death beds in cold hospitals
logical, don't think it's impossible
Rip tracks with and Ghost possible
Blessed insisted stroll insite
to attract Godesses with tropics of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, slither
in the form of the Amazon
Kidnappin parrots, if snitch, I deliver
tongue, bandits stress to where the seed dress
who confess, I the men-tal of an Aztec
Get your ass wettened while you peep
Mystery God is the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches
When feds come, they never
Wu-Syndicate the whole state in secret