Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

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

Yo, my slang's out of this
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
together, tropical trees 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
up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil that
Let's get my niggas all out
Change for better, be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my
up!

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

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, mad scars on those
Who are bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot
Victims took off like
Get with this, even your best
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical ends
him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot was hyper
Than your JFK sniper
He just came from Spofford
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 release shots and premeditate to
And then jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
Where shorties blood by the gallons

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, brothers
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 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
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers craps
The blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, ring labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors need a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

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

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