Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them staircases, we just sittin here
Waitin with them crystal clear cases to make a sale
When wreck 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 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 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 tryin to maintain to stay (that's right)
Cause that main of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I stay by dudes
chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time

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

Jones]
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 kind of redundant
Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to clips (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 like straight sick 'em (sick 'em)
Over that turf or strip, or work the bricks
We'll squirt the shotty, and 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 hoes for a grand
Man, death is so in my hood - short paper