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 come home
It's mink coats and cristal, ask capone
We play the game like mobsters, stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's
And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects 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 weed than dreads, heads
Gotta, listen to this they piss in they beds
My mission instead, these niggaz missin and dead
And leave em dumped in a river, and red
N.o., erase no pro-blemo
Keep a 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 to live this way
I had to things, but I wanted to live each day
The people do real things
So why is real still 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 bone from the ghetto, to cars and
laced out, jesus piece, ice the face out
[cap] my on the run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake
guns, bullets spray out
[nore] lay out, what? gimme the 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 high, hear 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, y'all niggaz lean on the law
peter pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[cap] i watch for the cops, still a thug the deal
Cnn gotta thug it for

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-n-noreaga ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was around capers since the years of the west
And are you or fake? how many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra for bail
Next to death's kiko, is to jail
Unassissted, I and frail
My ice to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep chanel on my hoes, blowin the scale
Mad for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'pone or it's fonz, pretty or thug
Whichever way 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 of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I fatigued up, down in cali khakis with the creases

2x

[noreaga and ad lib to fade]