Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' the Truth

Hey!

(Chorus 2)

We're gonna tell you them drugs can do
They'll your life in a minute or two
If you keep it up, you'll be through
Opie, Ras, and always talkin' the truth

Me see 'em on the
Boy, what a
You all up
Man, you lost all game
3 in a row
You'll be wearing the clothes
so bad
The smell be wrinklin' up me

Man, at one
Drugs on your
Revert all sold
All the you had
at the pawn shop
Scream in a
the tweak
And heart starts pounding
head, boy
Them a smoke of a

Night is the time when you be asleep
No walking around and tweaking on the
You look down town, you know what I
You see them strange people and them take

We no pirate, we no bad man
A one thing I know, the will make you sad
Stick with your actions and you'll end up in

(Chorus)

Yo, them of always
Them a tweak
Them fast a
Them a a profit
Me to me Guinness and me stick to me spliff
Cause me no wanna end up a zombie on the street

Me see it
In it I my
A whole
Lost out a trace
Caught on the
Boy, what a
Oh, mass a God, a in all them fiez

(Chorus)

Them collect
Them collect
will sell anything
And get in on the

Them a leave
No laugh in a
Could've a sittin'
On your daddy or mommy

We speak of Philly
them the truth
Fuck the speed
And the does a dead

Lips on the
Up all
Starin' at an
a flashlight

Then I to take apart my VCR
20 projects cause I'm tweakin' so hard
out my hair, pickin' out my skin
Lose a teeth, but I'm not trippin'

Just when I thought I was head of the
Wake in a rehab with Rick
Didn't see that I was slippin'
2 in another backyard wrenchin'
Next thing I know I'm on
I been better off just smokin'

Choona
Opie: Hona, still to the weed man
I ain't trippin', Opie. Got some weed, Paulie?
Paulie: Brooklyn's kid!

(Chorus 2)

And you that, man
and the ganja
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