Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

My niggaz get locked up, and when they 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 for me, the projects love me
It feel to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, cn spirits
Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop
Gotta, listen to this before they piss in beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and
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 move nothin, I it out
And I got it but I had to thug it out

cnn (repeat 2x)

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

[nore] god
[cap] nigga?
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take over the world, ours to own
[cap] stars bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
laced out, jesus piece, ice the face out
[cap] my on the run they place out
Flee fiends the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets out
lay out, what? gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still broke
And sometimes I got and I don't even smoke
[cap] i don't sleep, ninety-five of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, the thugs cry
and me, I'm thugged out, I just sleep on the floor
With the and the roaches, keepin it raw
my heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law
[nore] peter pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the
[cap] i watch for the cops, still a thug after the
Cnn thug it for real

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize whole nature
The law was built around since the years of the west
And are you real or fake? how thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for
Next to death's kiko, is to jail
Unassissted, I and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 in braille
I chanel 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 or thug
way it's called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan 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

2x

[noreaga and capone ad lib to