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 world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What drug? bubble keys for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your before you fall out
The route, the devil want that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush 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 scars on
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the
Victims took off like
Get with this, even best can't
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was
your average JFK sniper
He just home from Spofford
Rolling Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save for the five-oh
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They shots and premeditate to grab
And they jet back to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties blood by the gallons

Crack patients, smokers
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a
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, Christ has
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring rap king
The corner - the golden 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, from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors need a press spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
use guns while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep your eye on the

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

Investigative