Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I grew up in the 'jects, inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, bait I'm so brazy man
In pissy staircases, we just sittin here
Waitin with crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale
When that wreck came around, I'm in the trench my pound
I'm you cracks and the bench is my mound (what's good)
It ain't no freezin this game, I'm in the the rain
Tryin to make G's off the 'caine so I can freeze up a (Jacob!)
Or put the on the thang (spinners!)
So I can speed through the (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 to maintain to stay afloat (that's right)
Cause that main game of shavin coke is goin the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I stay by dudes
That down my food, bon appetit - chow time

Jones]
The purple, HAZE, scorchin and burnin
Nightmares at night I wake up in sweat, tossin and (I can't sleep)
I'm light on my sleep, I get a wink, I might miss 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
Know the hook, to cut it, know to double (know that price)
Now if you don't 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
Just as fast as them goes by
Hold fast, them blue and go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, whole
Hope to God the law or the vice don't ride (SQUALIE!)
We trapped in our own hustle
You see the government's the but the crack 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 stay clickin, believe that?
I'll be water, while I turn the corners (uh-huh)
I'll be more gone as {?}
R.I.P., man that's of redundant
Niggaz, dyin off shit, bullets fly when the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to clips (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the place miss and I scoop up
the eighth in 'em, they shoot up shit and get 'em (boom)
They chew up shit like sick 'em (sick 'em)
Over that turf or strip, or that work the
We'll squirt the shotty, and your squad-dy (woo)
the code of my land
Over that blue and them grams, niggaz your man (we gon' get 'em)
Get you all shot over hoes for a
Man, death is so cheap in my - short paper