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 come
mink 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 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
Machine gun lyrics, cn lift
Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop
Gotta, listen to this they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and
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 nothin, I shit it out
And I got it but I had to thug it out

cnn (repeat 2x)

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

peace god
[cap] whattup
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take over the world, ours to own
[cap] stars that from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[nore] laced out, jesus piece, ice the out
[cap] my niggaz on the run they out
Flee with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets out
[nore] lay out, what? the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't smoke
i don't 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 out, I just sleep on the floor
With the and the roaches, keepin it raw
[cap] my heat is the fourth, while niggaz lean 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,
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize whole nature
The law was built around since the years of the west
And are you real or fake? how many thugs hear the
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra for bail
Next to 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, blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my locked, low on the mail
Yo 'pone or it's fonz, either pretty or thug
way it's 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 with the creases

2x

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