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 come
It's coats and cristal, just ask capone
We play the like mobsters, oliver stone flicks
on a true story, it's nore'
And all of my buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is
Machine gun lyrics, cn spirits
Puff more than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and
And leave em in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase niggaz no
Keep a 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

cnn (repeat 2x)

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

[nore] god
whattup nigga?
[nore] i'm glad you
So we could, take over the world, ours to own
[cap] stars that bone from the ghetto, to and homes
[nore] out, jesus piece, ice the face out
my niggaz on the run they place out
Flee fiends the cake mouth
guns, bullets spray out
[nore] lay out, what? the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel
And sometimes I got reefer and I even smoke
[cap] i don't sleep, percent of the time I'm woke
The 5 is when 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 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 gotta thug it for

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 or fake? how many 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 similar to 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 or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a
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

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