Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

cnn (cnn!) cnn
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are ready man?
Hahahahahaha, yo, yo

My niggaz get locked up, and when come home
mink coats and cristal, just ask capone
We play the game like mobsters, oliver flicks
Based on a story, it's 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 weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they piss in they
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and
And em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase niggaz no
Keep a razor in my - spit it out
And I had to move nothin, I shit it out
And I got it but I had to thug it out

cnn (repeat 2x)

Yo, it's my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to each day
The real do real things
So why is real still doin fake things? huhhh?

[nore] god
[cap] whattup
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, over the world, it's ours to own
[cap] stars that from the ghetto, to cars and homes
laced out, jesus piece, ice the face out
[cap] my niggaz on the run place out
fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets out
lay out, what? gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't smoke
[cap] i don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the I'm woke
The other 5 is a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
[nore] 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 y'all niggaz lean on the law
[nore] peter pay paul, an outlaw, he up the mall
[cap] i watch for the cops, still a thug the deal
Cnn gotta it for real

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize whole nature
The law was built around capers 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
Unassissted, I shivered and
My ice to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'pone or it's fonz, either pretty or
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 front of the
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I fatigued up, down in cali khakis with the creases

2x

[noreaga and capone ad lib to