Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

Rugged rhymsters, crooked
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

Yo, my slang's out of world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, three felony brutes
Roll together, trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
Never get jacked, see ya move black
Paradise trife, with much ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

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

all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the
Victims took off astronauts
Get with this, even your can't
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
They used to heat up the cipher with a that was hyper
Than your JFK sniper
He just came home from
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid ass out like carpet
the stuttering 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 in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed with visions,
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
King Elegant, slang master, expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves the benches
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns we angrily shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

Investigative