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 stone
Based on a true story, it's
And all of my niggaz for me, the projects love me
It good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is
Machine gun lyrics, cn spirits
Puff weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before piss in they beds
My mission instead, leave these niggaz and dead
And leave em in a river, buttnaked and red
N.o., erase no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my - spit it out
And I had to move nothin, I shit it out
And I still got it but I had to it out

cnn (repeat 2x)

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

[nore] god
[cap] nigga?
[nore] i'm glad you
So we could, take over the world, it's to own
[cap] that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[nore] laced out, jesus piece, ice the out
[cap] my niggaz on the run place out
Flee with the cake mouth
guns, bullets spray out
[nore] lay out, what? gimme the and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I feel broke
And sometimes I got and I don't even smoke
[cap] i don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm
The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the cry
[nore] and me, I'm thugged out, I just on the floor
With the and the roaches, keepin it raw
my heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz 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 ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was around capers since the years of the west
And are you real or fake? how many thugs the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra for bail
Next to kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I and frail
My ice to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the
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 the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I rock fatigued up, down in khakis with the creases

2x

[noreaga and ad lib to fade]