Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

Yo, my out of this world
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, I'm analyzing young
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff,
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks
up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the want that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
nice, laying back, sleep all my life
up!

Crack patients, smokers
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when blast the spot
Victims took off like
Get this, even your best can't
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
They to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your JFK sniper
He just home from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and premeditate to
And then they jet to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
Where lose blood by the gallons

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with black Reeboks and
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old time that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the
Rednecks be hanging big niggas in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
Life is like Tarzan, swinging a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a spirals
Aim at the white shadows big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Investigative