Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

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

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

N.O., erase niggaz no
Keep a razor in my mouth, it out
And I never had to nothin', I shit it out
And I got it but I had to 'Thug It Out'

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 doin' fake things?

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

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

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

Lay out, Gimme the cash and the coke
I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got and I don't even smoke
I sleep, ninety-five percent 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
the rats and the roaches, keepin' 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 thug after the
CNN gotta thug it for

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

the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize whole nature
The law was around 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 death's kiko, is to jail
Unassisted, I shivered and
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 pretty or
Whichever way it's called, in every a slug

If I was would a true fan give 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 Cali khakis with the

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

Yo, it's like my mission just to 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?

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