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 mink coats and cristal, ask capone
We play the game like mobsters, oliver stone
Based on a true story, nore'
And all of my buck for me, the projects love me
It good to have love in the hood
And I got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, cn spirits
more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to before they piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and
And em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase niggaz no
Keep a razor in my - spit it out
And I never had to move nothin, I 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 sell things, but I to live each day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin fake huhhh?

[nore] god
[cap] nigga?
[nore] i'm you home
So we could, take the world, it's ours to own
[cap] that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[nore] out, jesus piece, ice the face out
[cap] my 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 feel
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 when a nigga high, hear the cry
[nore] and me, I'm out, I just sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, it raw
[cap] my is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law
[nore] pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[cap] i for the cops, still a thug after the deal
Cnn gotta thug it for

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the
And are you or fake? how many thugs hear the question
Twenty on the lawyer, extra hundred 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 thugs locked, low on the
Yo it's 'pone or it's fonz, pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they
And would my man take the stand, lie in front of the
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock fatigued up, down in cali khakis with the

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