Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

My niggaz get locked up, and when they 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 projects me
It feel good to love in the hood
And I got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
gun lyrics, cn lift spirits
Puff more than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, to this before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz and dead
And em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase no pro-blemo
a razor in my mouth - spit 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 things, but I wanted to live each day
The real people do real
So why is real people doin fake things? huhhh?

peace god
[cap] nigga?
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take the world, it's ours to own
[cap] stars that bone from the ghetto, to and homes
[nore] laced out, jesus piece, ice the out
[cap] my on the run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake
Automatic guns, bullets out
[nore] lay out, what? gimme the and the coke
I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got and I don't even smoke
[cap] i sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the cry
[nore] and me, I'm thugged out, I just sleep on the
the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
[cap] my heat is the fourth, while niggaz lean on the law
[nore] peter pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the
[cap] i watch for the cops, still a after the deal
Cnn gotta thug it for

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

2x

[noreaga and ad lib to fade]