Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

My get locked up, and when they come home
It's mink and cristal, just ask capone
We play the game like mobsters, oliver stone
on a true story, it's nore'
And all of my niggaz buck for me, the love me
It feel good to have in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is
gun lyrics, cn lift spirits
Puff more weed than dreads, heads
Gotta, listen to before they piss in they beds
My instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead
And leave em dumped in a river, and red
N.o., niggaz no pro-blemo
a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I had to move 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 this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to each day
The real do real things
So why is real people still doin things? huhhh?

[nore] god
[cap] whattup
[nore] i'm glad you
So we could, take the world, it's ours to own
[cap] stars that bone the ghetto, to cars and homes
[nore] out, jesus piece, ice the face out
my niggaz on the run they place out
Flee fiends with the mouth
Automatic guns, spray out
[nore] lay out, what? gimme the and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even
i don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, 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
[cap] i for the cops, still a thug after the deal
Cnn thug it for real

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

2x

[noreaga and ad lib to fade]