Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

CNN, CNN
The reunion man, we back man
Are y'all man?
Yo, yo

My get locked up, and when they come home
It's mink coats and Cristal, ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone
Based on a true story, it's

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the love me
It feel to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is
gun lyrics, CN lift spirits

Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop
Gotta, listen to this before they in they beds
My instead, leave these niggaz missin' and dead
And 'em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red

N.O., niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a in my mouth, spit it out
And I had to move nothin', I shit it out
And I got it but I had to 'Thug It Out'

Yo, it's like my just to live this way
I had to sell things, don't want to each day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin' things? Huh?

Yo, it's like my mission just to live way
I had to sell things, don't want to live day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin' fake things?

Peace God, what's up
I'm glad you
So we could, take the world, it's ours to own
Stars that bone from the ghetto, to and homes

Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the out
My niggaz on the run place out
Flee fiends the cake mouth
guns, bullets spray out

Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the
Sometimes I got money, and I feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't smoke
I don't sleep, ninety-five of the time I'm woke

The 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
And me, I'm out, I just sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, it raw
My heat is the fourth, while y'all lean on the law

Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he up the mall
I watch for the cops, still a after the deal
CNN thug it for real

Yo, it's like my mission just to this way
I had to sell things, don't to live each day
The people do real things
So why is real people still fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's like my mission just to this way
I had to things, don't want to live each day
The real people do things
So why is real people still fake things? Huh?

the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize whole nature
The law was built capers since the years of the West
And are you real or fake? How many thugs the question

Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra for bail
to death's kiko, is goin' to jail
Unassisted, I and frail
My ice similar to yo, for the 85 that's in braille

I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy the scale
Mad chickens for my locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, pretty or thug
way it's called, in every city a slug

If I was dyin' would a true fan give me blood
And would my man the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali with the creases

Yo, like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, want to live each day
The real do real things
So why is real still doin' fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's my mission just to live this way
I had to things, don't want to live each day
The real do real things
So why is real people doin' fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, don't to live each day
The real do real things
So why is real still doin' fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's like my mission just to this way
I had to things, don't want to live each day
The people do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake Huh?