Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers 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 analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony
together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties bubble for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks
Word up, your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the want that
Let's get my niggas 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
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, with much ice
nice, laying back, sleep all my life
up!

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, brothers
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 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 Chemical Bank
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
They used to heat up the cipher a shot that was hyper
your average JFK sniper
He just came home from
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like
Stop the stuttering boy, save for the five-oh
Then the God - chk-a-chk POW!
release shots and premeditate to grab
And then jet back to the lab
And then in Shaolin, an endangered island
shorties lose 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, on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking back for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed with visions,
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky labelled rap king
The emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
be hanging big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye loaded nines
is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we shot arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

Investigative