Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

CNN, CNN
The reunion man, we back man
Are ready man?
Yo, yo

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

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

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

N.O., niggaz no pro-blemo
a razor in my mouth, spit it out
And I never had to move nothin', I it out
And I still got it but I had to 'Thug It

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

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

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

Laced out, piece, ice the face out
My niggaz on the run they out
fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets out

Lay out, what? the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel
And sometimes I got reefer and I even smoke
I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the I'm woke

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

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

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

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

grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is to jail
Unassisted, I shivered and
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in

I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin' the
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every a slug

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

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

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

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