Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

cnn (cnn!) cnn
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all 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 for me, the projects 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, hip-hop
Gotta, to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave niggaz missin and dead
And leave em dumped in a river, and red
N.o., erase no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my - 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 my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to each day
The people do real things
So why is real still doin fake things? huhhh?

peace god
[cap] nigga?
[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] laced out, jesus piece, ice the out
[cap] my on the run they place out
Flee fiends the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets out
[nore] lay out, gimme the cash and the coke
I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I 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
[nore] and me, I'm thugged out, I sleep on the floor
With the and the roaches, keepin it raw
[cap] my heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz 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 gotta it for real

Thuggology's the major,
teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the
And are you real or fake? how many hear the question
Twenty on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in
I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy the scale
Mad for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'pone or it's fonz, either 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 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 capone ad lib to