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 they home
It's mink coats and cristal, just ask
We play the game like mobsters, oliver stone
Based on a true story, it's
And all of my niggaz for me, the projects love me
It good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is
gun lyrics, cn lift spirits
Puff more weed than dreads, heads
Gotta, listen to this before piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave niggaz missin and dead
And leave em 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 move nothin, I it out
And I got it but I had to thug it out

cnn (repeat 2x)

Yo, like my mission just to live this way
I had to things, but I wanted to live each day
The people do real things
So why is real people doin fake things? huhhh?

peace god
[cap] whattup
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take over the world, it's 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
Flee with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, spray out
[nore] lay out, what? gimme the and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel
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
and me, I'm thugged out, I just sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, it raw
[cap] my heat is the fourth, y'all niggaz lean on the law
[nore] peter pay paul, an outlaw, he up the mall
[cap] i for the cops, still a thug after the deal
Cnn gotta thug it for

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize whole nature
The law was built around capers since the of the west
And are you real or fake? how many thugs the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to
Unassissted, 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 thugs locked, low on the
Yo it's 'pone or it's fonz, either or thug
Whichever way called, in every 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

2x

[noreaga and ad lib to fade]