Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

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

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects me
It good to have love in the hood
And I got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good
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 these missin' and dead
And leave 'em in a river, buttnaked and red

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

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

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

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

Lay out, what? Gimme the and the coke
I got money, and I still feel broke
And I got reefer and I don't 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 sleep on the
the rats and the roaches, keepin' it raw
My is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law

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

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

Yo, like 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 people still doin' fake things? Huh?

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

Twenty on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to 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 thugs locked, low on the
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a

If I was dyin' would a true fan me they blood
And my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock fatigued up, down in khakis 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 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 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 do real things
So why is real people still fake things? Huh?

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