Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I
Fry way to a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In pissy staircases, we just sittin here
Waitin with crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale
When wreck came around, I'm in the trench with my pound
I'm pitchin you cracks and the is my mound (what's good)
It ain't no freezin this game, I'm in the freezin the
Tryin to make G's off the 'caine so I can freeze up a (Jacob!)
Or put the Spre's on the (spinners!)
So I can through the game (vroom!)
why I think kinda different, and some think that I'm twisted
Cause I smoke too much, and I 'til I'm twisted (I'm on point)
I'm tryin to maintain to stay (that's right)
Cause that main game of shavin coke is down the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by
That down my food, bon appetit - chow time

Jones]
The purple, HAZE, scorchin and burnin
Nightmares at I wake up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I can't sleep)
I'm on my sleep, I can't get a wink, I might miss somethin
I think if I blink I might miss somethin (what what happened)
Constantly rollin up (uh-huh)
As I stomp this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside)
We from the streets, the struggle, know the hustle
Know the hook, know to cut it, know to double (know price)
Now if you change your mind, change your grind
Don't get caught in the facade, get caught up on a charge
(Don't be facin six) You know that goes by
Just as as them nights goes by
Hold fast, blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, pies
to God that the law or the vice don't ride (SQUALIE!)
We trapped in our own hustle
You see the government's the powder but the is our own hustle
We ain't we?

[Jim
Sheeit, the heat's in the kitchen, I speak to you
The beef if it thicken the heat'll stay clickin, believe
I'll be burnin water, while I the corners (uh-huh)
I'll be more than as {?}
R.I.P., man that's kind of
Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun
Plus, man they ridin to dump (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the place miss and I up with
the eighth in 'em, they up shit and straight get 'em (boom)
They up shit like straight sick 'em (sick 'em)
Over that turf or strip, or that work the
squirt the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo)
That's the code of my
Over that blue and them grams, niggaz your man (we gon' get 'em)
Get you all shot over hoes for a
Man, is so cheap in my hood - short paper