Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

My get locked up, and when they come home
It's coats and cristal, just ask capone
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 feel good to have in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, cn lift
Puff weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they piss in beds
My mission instead, leave these missin and dead
And em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase niggaz no
a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to 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 just to this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to each day
The people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake huhhh?

peace god
[cap] nigga?
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take the world, it's ours to own
[cap] stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and
[nore] out, jesus piece, ice the face out
my niggaz on the run they place out
Flee with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets 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 even
[cap] i don't sleep, percent of the time I'm woke
The 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
[nore] and me, I'm thugged out, I just sleep on the
With the rats and the roaches, it raw
[cap] my heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz 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 thug it for real

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, your whole nature
The law was built around capers the years of the west
And are you real or fake? how thugs hear the question
Twenty on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and
My ice to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the
Mad for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo 'pone or it's fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they
And would my man take the stand, lie in of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock fatigued up, in cali khakis with the creases

2x

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