Luyện nghe bài hát Iraq (See the World)

Yo, word up, I'm 'bout to rep my motherfuckin'
This is my hood,

It's laundry mat track, the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they us
hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

It's laundry mat track, the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they us
Jake hit the strip, now try lockin' us

It's cream on my land, man
My team break border and court
ESP network, TNT expert
Your jerk, backflip, illegal life shit

Bad and black whips left the scene rowdy
Air cloudy, a of smoke flow astoundly
New assembly, new identity, me
Keep remedy for the of my enemy

Martin Remy, D to, to allizy
Yo, to Motif, Dom P, personal
Have me hurt many, actions, infractions
and Fidel, our money well
Help the crack sell, bail, then we map trail
Get it all back, smoke the black, the gat

The streets got me thinkin' my man's passin'
Stashin', the lex with a passion, gotta it happen
The block and 12 K the cops schemin'
Security be on my back for wrong

I'm livin', I'm sayin' on the block all day
Before I sure but now I know it's the way
Like, if I get caught I'ma pay illegal life, livin' trife, can I say
Gettin' bent, dollar dream, Hennessee and Moet

I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set
Front, I accurate you get wet
Whatever choice you select appropriately
9, murder my crime, you a fake

Lefrak shine, wait
I need outta that cake of regulate
Taken while you and contemplate
Only results in the 360
But if it come back, then I'm pumpin' action

Blastin', tearin' niggaz in try and contend
You gets no days with no
My clientele excel is like the devil's
Drove me to the young so now I know it well

It's laundry mat track, keep the in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see
Binoculars, is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now try lockin' us

Yo, son, I'm steel, where ya hard hat
You out you bust that
gat useless, where ya heart at?
It fingers the trigger, ya name to fake nigga

Beef every nigga, watch ya back
Of you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
nigga, dirty rat
For my attack, bust you with mega gat

Once a cat, smokin' dagger, put it in my back
Why you did it that, now my skin bubble fat
Go to sleep, I you up

What? What? What?
In ya crib, tie you up
What? What? What?
Hot oil on ya gut
Get bucked, get
Iraq element give a fuck

It's laundry mat track, the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now try lockin' us

We on a mission, not a small time
I'm to the cash like
The crack is a fiend to the crack
But I ain't doin' no drugs, I'm just pushin' hits
And stackin' chips I'm stackin' bricks for a buildin'

'Cause we be buildin' this empire
Secured tight barbed wire for infiltrators
Regulators,
Booby traps got you hooked like to bait

you deflate like air balloon
Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run a monsoon
Like weather, your fatigue [unverified]
we bust bullets, thinkin' much more clever

Eatin' through your gear acid rain, feeling pain
Livin' like a snake in the grass, you gain
Simple and plain, my team the game so we can win
We it all so we can breathe like the wind

Bustin' 360, red 850
He devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me
Eyebrows thick,
(Some guy)
Arabian mind with source to arm
Caesar, waves bangin', wallibies

Empty cigars smoked in cool cars
Queens escobars wear jewels like
You gold, Slick Rick, changed it
Yo, the vic, plottin' on you since 86

Now 96, you lay low, you mad rich
Strictly big shit, big heavy wait
While in car, hear a verse, put it in
Let the dutch spark, now we ride my dark

Dig deeper, guns and black reefer
My brother's keeper, the world in a sleeper
The grim reeper, so work he got a beeper
The word death, stamped that, it's on your

Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull
tight, illegal life, aerolight
Thug blood, the same blood, than water
Slaughter, play shit in tape recorder

From to Yugoslavia, Somalia
Compadre, diamante,
World 3, CNN history

By the powers of God invested in me
Since 93, locked up, I did
Got 85 percent of worshipin' me
in L.C., hop in cap 33