Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

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

And all of my buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the
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, to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave niggaz missin' and dead
And leave 'em dumped in a river, and red

N.O., niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a 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 mission just to this way
I had to things, don't want to live each day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin' fake things?

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

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

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

Lay out, Gimme the cash and the coke
I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even
I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm

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

Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the
I for the cops, still a thug after the deal
CNN gotta thug it for

Yo, it's like my just to live 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?

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 doin' fake things?

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your nature
The law was around capers since the years of the West
And are you real or fake? How thugs hear the question

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

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

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

Yo, it's like my just to live 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?

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

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

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