Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

My niggaz get up, and when they come home
It's mink coats and cristal, just ask
We play the game like mobsters, oliver flicks
Based on a true story, it's
And all of my buck for me, the projects love me
It feel to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, cn lift
Puff more weed dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they piss in beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz and dead
And leave em dumped in a river, and red
N.o., erase no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - 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 like my mission just to live way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to each day
The people do real things
So why is people 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 from the ghetto, to cars and
[nore] laced out, jesus piece, ice the out
my niggaz on the run they place out
Flee fiends the cake mouth
Automatic guns, spray out
[nore] lay out, what? the cash 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
With the rats and the roaches, it raw
[cap] my heat is the fourth, while niggaz lean on the law
peter pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[cap] i watch for the cops, still a thug after the
Cnn gotta it for real

Thuggology's the major,
teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers the years of the west
And are you or fake? how many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for
to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 in braille
I keep on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the
Yo 'pone or it's fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me blood
And would my man take the stand, lie in front of the
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock fatigued up, in cali khakis with the creases

2x

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