Luyện nghe bài hát North Star

You know God, I been, you know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' my thing, man
So I'ma get up with you though, baby
Know what I'm You know, you my nigga, kid
always come through for you, baby

Yo man, you gotta understand this is real though, man
All the time, word, yo man, you man
Yo peace, Rae, God
(We've got the powers to the dead)

Whassup God damn, look at you, man
Damn God, I got a out you, man
Man, I done you man
Since you was a little snatcher

A weed-hopper running around here, man
Look at you, baby, you look
(We've got the powers to the dead)
Understand, I you go through a lot of trials and tribulations
But you something like I used to always tell you, baby

A good listener's a learner
(G O D's my reality)
I see you listened very well,
(I'm elevating and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)

Your time is coming,
See sometime, it could be like a view
You know I'm sayin'?
And people don't know when blessing comes

But I you grow, man, you is a very intelligent man
Man, I watched you I used to sit down and you would
Trick me out, my money shootin' dice, niggaz, is you
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

(G O D's my reality)
you, crazy man, yo Rae, you remember that shit, man
When we to be down there in the hills and shit man?
(I'm strong, I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)

And you'd it from Old Man Freed
be yelling, "You little slick ass", ha, ha, ha, ha
Talk to me, baby, know what I'm Ha, ha, ha, ha
I've been through all things, man, I'm watchin' you growin'

But remember one thing, Rae, I used to tell you
The child you was is making you the man you is
And if you know where you came from, baby
You damn know that you don't know where you going

Can you see what I'm
which way you traveling
(We've got the to resurrect the dead)
You understand? And follow destiny, follow the light
And it'll set you

(Ohh, G O D's my reality)
'Cause I've you, baby
You my man, yeah
(We're elevating strong and we're going on to the degree)

Now that be the Wu-Tang production
Start to up and gun shots start to click the block's duckin'
Could it be and would it be we was babies
Catchin', rabies, seem to act crazy

Day one in my July the tenth
I had a mint stickin' up Devines hittin' them with
I was toxie from layin' up in all night
This nigga bust a shot, lick my wife

It was havoc I the Abbot
He shook the shoulder
Then he passed the phat automatic
We goin' to war, you we headed to the floor

He woulda did it for me, fuck it, mosie
Schemin' dough with the P.L.O. on tight
Sayin' in my mic, "Yo we go"
My impression was to add some lessons

Question one, what made you even show your gun and the session?
He and rocked the green eye
And yo, he started, yellin' "Them sellin two for fives"
But he's a goner and I got my
What, I'm feedin my babies, Cash Rules for daughters

Yeah, Rae
Feedin' my babies, Cash for mortal daughters
God is the son of man
(We've got the to resurrect the dead)

I'll say it one time and be that fake God does not exist
(Ohh, G O D's my reality)
(I'm elevating strong, we're gonna go on to the degree)

is why the universe has itself balanced
The scale of divine
And it was measured by the of solid knowledge

No man can for another
But each man weigh all facts and circumstances
And find truth in his own judgment of
See, the way to evil, balance in no man
For no man is good and bad at the same
Either you or you bad