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 come home
mink coats and cristal, just ask capone
We play the like mobsters, oliver stone flicks
Based on a story, it's nore'
And all of my niggaz buck for me, the love me
It good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my is good
Machine gun lyrics, cn spirits
Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop
Gotta, listen to before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave niggaz 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 never had to nothin, I shit it out
And I still got it but I had to it out

cnn (repeat 2x)

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

[nore] god
[cap] nigga?
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take the world, it's ours to own
[cap] that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[nore] laced out, piece, ice the face out
my niggaz on the run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake
Automatic guns, spray out
[nore] lay out, gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel
And sometimes I got and I don't even smoke
[cap] i don't sleep, percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is 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] pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[cap] i watch for the cops, a thug after the deal
Cnn thug it for real

Thuggology's the major,
teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built 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 kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I and frail
My ice to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the
Yo it's 'pone or it's fonz, either pretty or
Whichever way it's called, in every city a
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they
And would my man the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock fatigued up, down in cali khakis with the

2x

[noreaga and ad lib to fade]