Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

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

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

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

all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad 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 Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your average JFK
He came home from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out carpet
the stuttering boy, save 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
shorties lose blood by the gallons

Crack patients, dime
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's for more
Starting gold wars, with black and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
with visions, copywritten
Throwing to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers that 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 thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
use guns while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

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

Investigative