Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

My niggaz get locked up, and they come home
It's mink coats and cristal, just ask
We play the game like mobsters, oliver flicks
Based on a true story, it's
And all of my buck for me, the projects love me
It feel to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my is good
Machine gun lyrics, cn lift
Puff more weed dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, to this before they piss in they beds
My instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead
And leave em in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to move nothin, I it out
And I got it but I had to thug it out

cnn (repeat 2x)

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

[nore] god
[cap] nigga?
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take over the world, it's to own
stars 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
guns, bullets spray out
[nore] lay out, gimme 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 a nigga high, hear the thugs cry
and me, I'm thugged out, I just sleep on the floor
With the and the roaches, keepin 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
i watch for the cops, still a thug after the deal
Cnn gotta it for real

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, your whole nature
The law was around capers since the years of the west
And are you real or fake? how thugs hear the question
grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to
Unassissted, I shivered and
My ice similar to yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep chanel on my hoes, blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'pone or it's fonz, pretty or thug
way it's called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin 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 rock fatigued up, in cali khakis with the creases

2x

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