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 I'm so brazy man
In them staircases, we just sittin 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 pitchin you and the bench is my mound (what's good)
It ain't no freezin game, I'm in the freezin 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 the game (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 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 surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon - chow time

Jones]
The purple, HAZE, keep 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 if I blink I might miss somethin (what happened what happened)
Constantly up haze (uh-huh)
As I stomp through this block man they throwin up (Eastside)
We from the streets, know the struggle, know the
Know the hook, know to cut it, know to (know that price)
Now if you don't change mind, change your grind
Don't get caught in the facade, don't get caught up on a
(Don't be six) You know that life goes by
Just as fast as them nights by
Hold fast, them blue and go by (SQUALIE!)
We white, whole pies
Hope to God that the law or the don't 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 in the kitchen, I speak to you listen
The if it thicken the heat'll stay clickin, believe that?
I'll be burnin water, while I turn the (uh-huh)
I'll be than gone as {?}
R.I.P., man that's kind of
Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to dump (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the place and I scoop up with
the eighth in 'em, shoot up shit and straight get 'em (boom)
They chew up shit like sick 'em (sick 'em)
Over that turf or strip, or that the bricks
We'll the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo)
the code of my land
Over that blue and them grams, niggaz blowin your man (we get 'em)
Get you all over hoes for a grand
Man, is so cheap in my hood - short paper