Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

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

And all of my buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the
And I ain't got to buy weed, my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift

Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop
Gotta, listen to before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, these niggaz missin' and dead
And 'em dumped 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 move nothin', I it out
And I got it but I had to 'Thug It Out'

Yo, it's like my mission just to live 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 things?

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

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

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

Lay out, Gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I even smoke
I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the I'm woke

The 5 is when 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 heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz on the law

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

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 doin' fake things? Huh?

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 real people still doin' fake things?

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

grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is to jail
Unassisted, I and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 in braille

I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin' the
Mad chickens for my locked, low on the mail
Yo it's or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in city a slug

If I was would a true fan give me they blood
And would my man take the stand, lie in front of the
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali with the creases

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 people still doin' fake things? Huh?

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

Yo, it's like my mission just to 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?