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, I'm analyzing young
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, trees puff, whatever
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the want that
Let's get my locked all out
Change for better, be my only vendetta
life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

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

all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars on
Who are found bound, and shot when they 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 from all your Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a that was hyper
your average JFK sniper
He just came home Spofford
Rolling Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the boy, save complaints for the five-oh
Then praise the God - POW!
They release shots and to grab
And then they jet to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an island
Where shorties lose blood by the

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

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

Investigative