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 sittin
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 this game, I'm in the freezin the rain
Tryin to G's off the 'caine so I can freeze 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 smoke too much, and I 'til I'm twisted (I'm on point)
I'm tryin to maintain to afloat (that's right)
Cause that main game of shavin coke is goin down the (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, keep scorchin and
Nightmares at night I up in sweat, tossin and turnin (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 (what happened what happened)
rollin up haze (uh-huh)
As I stomp through this man they throwin up treys (Eastside)
We from the streets, the struggle, know the hustle
Know the hook, know to cut it, to double (know that price)
Now if you don't change your mind, your grind
Don't get caught in the facade, don't get up on a charge
(Don't be facin six) You that life goes by
Just as as them nights goes by
Hold fast, them and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, pies
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 smart we?

Jones]
Sheeit, the heat's in the kitchen, I speak to you
The beef if it thicken the heat'll 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 kind of
Niggaz, dyin off shit, bullets fly when the gun spit
Plus, man they to dump clips (yes sir!)
In up whips, the place miss and I scoop up with
the eighth in 'em, shoot up shit and straight get 'em (boom)
They up shit like straight sick 'em (sick 'em)
that turf or strip, or that work the bricks
We'll squirt the shotty, and disperse your (woo)
the code of my land
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 hood - paper