Luyện nghe bài hát Parole Violaters

Chorus:

Yo, parole 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 if they really want you.

Capone, you stay on street, and keep the cipher
2 5 circle, caught you snitching now we you
Fake Scarface, coming out mouth all loose
He think he thugging it, ice it
'Cause he it
My rap loop, I shoot
Ask Iraq (Lefrak), you better back,
Keep it that
Real fact - my life around gat
The is god
Guard me, bodyguard
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), his mouth 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, shipped the cargo, back to
In P.R., kid I came on my C R,
Crisis, 2-5-to, we ices,
Castro castrate, put the bogie out in his
Leave him scraped, you fake nigga move
In Lefrak we regulate...what, what, what, buck-buck,

Chorus

[Tradegy
L-I-C, that ol' fly shit
Coming the Bridge, Kuwait, do or die shit
Luis and Iraq recognize it,
You get before the jakes realize it
Guerrilla form all in dorm
be surprised, kid,
Weak trick - go and snitch like your man did
War Report, cut ya life
Babe Ruth ain't ready for blood sport
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, to bail
But you 180, my 360
You ass-betting, know where be
So get me
Khadafi,
Artie Clay, use aid
Tryin to go to trial the DA
What!