Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

My get locked 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 story, it's Nore'

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
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift

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

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

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?

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?

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

Laced out, piece, ice the face out
My niggaz on the run 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 broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't smoke
I sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke

The other 5 is when a nigga high, the thugs cry
And me, I'm out, I just sleep on the floor
With the 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 the deal
CNN thug it for real

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

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

grand 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 on my hoes, crazy 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' would a true fan give me 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 like my mission to live this way
I had to sell things, don't want to live day
The real people do things
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 live day
The real people do real
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 want to live day
The real people do things
So why is real people still doin' fake Huh?

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