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, live bait I'm so man
In pissy staircases, we just sittin here
Waitin with them crystal 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 no freezin 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 Spre's on the (spinners!)
So I can through the game (vroom!)
That's why I think kinda different, and think that I'm twisted
Cause I smoke too much, and I drink I'm twisted (I'm on point)
I'm tryin to 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 booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon appetit - time

Jones]
The purple, HAZE, scorchin 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 miss somethin
I think if I blink I miss somethin (what happened what happened)
Constantly up haze (uh-huh)
As I stomp this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside)
We from the streets, know the struggle, know the
Know the hook, to cut it, know to double (know that price)
Now if you don't change your mind, change your
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 fast as nights goes by
Hold fast, blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, pies
Hope to God that the law or the vice ride (SQUALIE!)
We been trapped in our own
You see the government's the powder but the is our own hustle
We smart we?

[Jim
Sheeit, the heat's in the kitchen, I to you listen
The beef if it the heat'll stay clickin, believe that?
I'll be water, while I turn the corners (uh-huh)
I'll be than gone 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 miss and I scoop up with
the eighth in 'em, they shoot up shit and get 'em (boom)
They chew up shit like straight 'em (sick 'em)
that turf or strip, or that work the bricks
We'll the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo)
That's the code of my
that blue and them grams, niggaz blowin your man (we gon' get 'em)
Get you all shot over for a grand
Man, is so cheap in my hood - short paper