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 come
It's mink coats and cristal, ask capone
We play the game like mobsters, oliver stone
Based on a true story, nore'
And all of my buck for me, the projects love me
It feel to have love in the hood
And I got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
gun lyrics, cn lift spirits
Puff more than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they in they beds
My mission instead, leave these missin and dead
And em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - it out
And I had to move nothin, I shit it out
And I still got it but I had to it out

cnn (repeat 2x)

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

peace god
[cap] nigga?
i'm glad you home
So we could, take the world, it's ours to own
[cap] stars bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
laced out, jesus piece, ice the face out
[cap] my niggaz on the run they out
Flee fiends with the cake
Automatic guns, spray out
[nore] lay out, what? the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still broke
And I got reefer and I don't even smoke
[cap] i sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, the thugs cry
[nore] and me, I'm thugged out, I sleep on the floor
the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
[cap] my heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz on the law
peter pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[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 your whole
The law was around capers since the years of the west
And are you real or fake? how many thugs the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for
to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 in braille
I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the
Yo it's or it's fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me blood
And my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock up, down in cali khakis with the creases

2x

[noreaga and capone ad lib to