Luyện nghe bài hát Parole Violaters

Chorus:

Yo, violating fugitives on the run, son
by the gun, son, die by the gun, son
We can make it if we want to
Jakes'll get that ass quick if really want you.

Capone, you stay on street, and keep the cipher
2 5 circle, caught you now we hurt you
Fake Scarface, coming out your all loose
He he thugging it, ice mugging it
he drugging it
My rap loop, I shoot
Ask Iraq (Lefrak), you better back,
it like that
Real fact - my life revolve gat
The is god
Guard me, like
TNT, ESPN, CNN
We bring 10, stick em up and break wind
?, he up in ?>
he rule, run through, yo god - you
I got God-U, for him and you
Greg Tate(asshole), leave his taped
Eliminate, on BET, got pictures of me
Killer ki, the F.B.I. scanned the
Use photography, me and my team out the country(stay low)
Kilargo, the cargo, back to Vehardo
In P.R., kid I came on my C R,
Crisis, 2-5-to, we ices,
Castro castrate, put the out in his face
Leave him scraped, you fake nigga move
In we regulate...what, what, what, buck-buck, what

Chorus

[Tradegy
L-I-C, that ol' fly shit
Coming from the Bridge, Kuwait, do or die
Jose and Iraq recognize it,
You get laced before the jakes it
form all in your dorm
be surprised, kid,
Weak trick - go 'head and snitch like man did
War Report, cut ya life
Babe Ruth niggas ain't ready for blood
Yo we up, pointing the heat
taping her, gag her mouth so she can't scream
Start her - backwards masked]
Camcorder, you won't miss it we taping her...
Fed Ex, you got the next day in the mail
Now you organize your team with gats, ready to
But you 180, my 360
You ass-betting, know I'll be
So get me
Khadafi,
Artie Clay, use aid
Tryin to go to with the DA
What!