Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

CNN, CNN
The reunion man, we again man
Are ready man?
Yo, yo

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

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

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

N.O., niggaz 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, 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 fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's like my just to live this way
I had to sell things, don't to live each day
The real do real things
So why is real people still 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 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
Sometimes I got money, and I still broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even
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 thugged out, I just on the floor
the rats and the roaches, keepin' it raw
My heat is the fourth, while y'all lean on the law

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

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

Yo, it's like my 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 things?

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

Twenty on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
to death's kiko, is goin' to jail
Unassisted, I and frail
My ice to hail 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 or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every a slug

If I was would a true 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 up, down in Cali khakis with the creases

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

Yo, like 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 doin' fake Huh?