Luyện nghe bài hát Global Politics

[Chorus (x2): Joe
thug politics, every 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 they my man carry big bear and don't care?
They say he hold a nigga fruit pear
Pussy, come here, let me in your ear
I make your disappear
I play the wizard, blizzard
4-4 when I left it, Puffy shit I dis it
For them locks, I bring shots
If you beatbox down my block
Pussy-ass niggaz gotta cops
Remember one thing, Wu niggaz stop

Mafia]
It's like sortin out down a fresh
Drain my pain on your brain
The custle, 2 to die hustlin
Fiend men, lavish establishment
Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy
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, nickel
tied to ass, roll out the welcome mat
The red carpet war onslaught, you the
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 could a lose a day?
Jizzed heads, I shitted, my style shifted
Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, cockin the
Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the to nose
in and out of hoes without the specticles

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Cut you at the side of your face, my dart bent
Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my
Marlon Brando, Lucky gamble with large chips
Project scandles I handle, still on some shit
Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's for cross water
Myalansky, As astatsian type, torture
Street cat burn your empire, sin of course sourcer
Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now
Vet kid responsible, is his mouth leaked
peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street
Hit him once we dead him, forget him, no sleep
Chain brand, bottle of perfume in the back seat
Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, you mad meef
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, my babies
Global politics, black, Raigan was crazy

We rob ambulances, like Mid Los Angeles
Thoughts is spannin like boleta and of bandits
Natural advantage, you life for granted
savage, even moose know how it is to manage
Wicked as nimrod, flower 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 cold
logical, don't think it's impossible
Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost
Blessed insisted stroll insite
to attract Godesses with rays of sunlight
Get to right, nigga, snakes
in the of the Amazon River
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 you peep this
Mystery God is what the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be
When feds come, they speechless
Wu-Syndicate left the state in secret