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 they home
It's coats and cristal, just ask capone
We play the game like mobsters, stone flicks
on a true 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
Machine gun lyrics, cn spirits
Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop
Gotta, to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these missin and dead
And em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase no pro-blemo
Keep a 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 live way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin things? huhhh?

peace god
[cap] whattup
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take over the world, it's to own
[cap] that bone from 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 cake
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 don't even
[cap] i sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, 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 lean on the law
[nore] pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[cap] i watch for the cops, still a thug the deal
Cnn gotta it for real

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole
The law was around capers since the years of the west
And are you real or how many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra for bail
Next to death's kiko, is to jail
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 or it's fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they
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 with the

2x

[noreaga and ad lib to fade]