Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

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

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

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, building
the children, investigative reports!

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars on
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they the spot
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, your best can't
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than average JFK sniper
He just home from Spofford
like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the boy, save complaints for the five-oh
Then the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and to grab
And then jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an island
Where shorties lose blood by the

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, building
the children, investigative reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a
The kick rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with black Reeboks and
way of life, living villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, master, jack expensive 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 - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggas down in
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns we angrily shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

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

Investigative