Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

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

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

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

N.O., niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a in my mouth, spit 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, don't want to each day
The real people do things
So why is real people 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?

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

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

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

The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the 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 niggaz 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, like my mission just to live this way
I had to things, don't want to live each day
The real people do things
So why is real people still fake things? 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 things
So why is real people still doin' fake things?

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

Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra for bail
Next to death's kiko, is 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 for my thugs 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 dyin' 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 up, down in Cali khakis with the creases

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 things?

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