Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

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

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

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

N.O., erase no pro-blemo
a razor 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 just to live this way
I had to sell things, don't to live each day
The real people do real
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 real people do things
So why is real people still doin' things? Huh?

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

out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
My niggaz on the run they out
Flee fiends the cake mouth
guns, bullets spray out

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

The other 5 is when a high, hear the thugs cry
And me, I'm out, I just sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, it raw
My heat is the fourth, while niggaz lean on the law

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

Yo, it's my mission just 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 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 people do real
So why is real still doin' fake things? Huh?

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

Twenty grand on the lawyer, hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin' to
Unassisted, I shivered and
My ice to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille

I keep chanel on my hoes, blowin' the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a

If I was dyin' would a 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 khakis with the creases

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

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 people do real things
So why is real still doin' fake things? Huh?