Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

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

Yo, my slang's out of world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff,
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit Guyanese
up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the want that
Let's get my niggas all out
for better, that be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

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

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars on
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, your best can't
on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank
him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was
Than your JFK sniper
He just came from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and that ass out like carpet
Stop the boy, save complaints for the five-oh
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and to grab
And then they jet to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the

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

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

Investigative