Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

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

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

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

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

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
buildings, brothers building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, master, jack 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 play the benches
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, mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
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, ringers

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