Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

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

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the love me
It feel good to love in the hood
And I got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift

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

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

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

Yo, it's my mission 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 still doin' fake things? Huh?

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

out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
My on the run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake
guns, bullets spray out

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

The other 5 is when a nigga high, the thugs cry
And me, I'm thugged out, I just on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, 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 it for real

Yo, it's like my 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 fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's like my mission 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?

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, hundred for bail
to death's kiko, is goin' 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 for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every a slug

If I was dyin' would a 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 fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the

Yo, like my mission 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 still doin' 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 still doin' fake things? Huh?

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