Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

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

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, brothers
Save the children, reports!

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, and dangerous, leaving mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when blast the spot
Victims took off like
Get with this, even your best
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was
your average JFK sniper
He just came from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save for the five-oh
Then praise the God - POW!
release shots and premeditate to grab
And they jet back to the lab
And then in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, brothers
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 rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
with visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap
The emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with nines
Life is like Tarzan, from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily shot
You keep your eye on the sparrow

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

Investigative