Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I grew up in the 'jects, inch what I press
Fry way to a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just sittin
Waitin with them crystal clear tryin to make a sale
When that wreck came around, I'm in the trench my pound
I'm pitchin you cracks and the is my mound (what's good)
It ain't no freezin game, I'm in the freezin the rain
to make 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 that I'm twisted
Cause I too much, and I drink '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 down the (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I surround by dudes
chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time

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

Jones]
Sheeit, the in the kitchen, I speak to you listen
The beef if it thicken the stay clickin, believe that?
I'll be burnin water, while I 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 the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to dump (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the place miss and I scoop up
the eighth in 'em, shoot up shit and straight get 'em (boom)
They up shit like straight sick 'em (sick 'em)
Over turf or strip, or that work the bricks
We'll squirt the shotty, and disperse your (woo)
the code of my land
Over that blue and them grams, blowin your man (we gon' get 'em)
Get you all shot hoes for a grand
Man, is so cheap in my hood - short paper