Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so man
In them pissy staircases, we just here
Waitin with them crystal cases tryin to make a sale
When that came around, I'm in the trench with my pound
I'm you cracks and the bench is my mound (what's good)
It ain't no this game, I'm in the freezin the rain
Tryin to make G's off the 'caine so I can up a chain (Jacob!)
Or put the on the thang (spinners!)
So I can speed through the (vroom!)
That's why I think kinda different, and some think that I'm
Cause I too much, and I drink '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 goin down the (that's a wrap)
why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew my food, bon appetit - chow time

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

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