Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

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

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
Way of got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, kids for
What 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
for better, that be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move
trife, plush with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

Crack patients, dime
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, building
Save the children, reports!

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

Crack patients, dime
carriers, mocha 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 hundred-dollar kick kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with black and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed with visions,
bread to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull off in Palm Springs
I'm in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggas in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
use guns while we angrily shot arrows
You keep your eye on the sparrow

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

Investigative