Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Jim Jones

This my man Jim
You know we through a lot of devastation, larceny
Defeat,
Man, fuck all that, I don't know what that's but fuck all that
Jim, I'm in the
Dipset, your turn, you up nigga!
go!

I'm puffin' my weed and these niggaz, mad
I'm frontin' this
As far as they hoes, want me to see 'em
I 'em and then they don't want me to leave 'em
An obsession, I twist 'em, I sex 'em
My dick's an
They call me, they miss me, stressin'
I 'em, they miss me, they stressin'

hoes, they sayin' that shit that'll kill ya
I'm now, this kid look familiar
As far as my Dips, we the cars and the whips
We spent what you spent on your car on my
bother me bitch
In the midst of grind, I'm twistin' my lime
I'm 'bout to get cash, and you can ass
Dipset got shit up on smash

This is Jim Jones, he's on chrome
Ya bet is leave him alone
O.G. in them stones, spent G's on them
Now mami send me the tone

These are true stories, I to live poorly
And now man I in two stories
Get suited in Maury, the is Ferrari
The coupe cost 140, you don't wanna race, I will on you shorty
Look on them cameras
They love me, I put my whole up on cameras
They bloody, niggaz in hood with blamas
Tell me, so do it for

We did it druggin' and [Incomprehensible]
We did it hustlin' and comin' up wrong
We did it from and comin' up strong
runnin' with cons, with guns in their palms
You front on Dipset, we dump on your moms
Or come through with bombs and stop and
And set off them

This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on
Ya bet is leave him alone
O.G. in them stones, G's on them stones
Now just send me the tone

You got to admit I'm hot I spit
Like a summertime's eclipse
Like a drop on the strip with no top on the
A block it yeah I put with cops on the strips
With glocks on hip
Like shells they drop when them shots get dismissed
The pain in my been my aim from the start
We started we came from the star

Now we all on charts
With back to back hits, Yankees an' shit
Dipset, we gangsta as but I credit my ghetto
'Cause now we rock platinum, the preciousest
Don't us, we'll press on this metal and blow you apart
Shoulda from the start
My jewels, glow in the dark
You fools, playin' ya part

This is Jim Jones, he's on chrome
Ya bet is leave him alone
O.G. in them stones, spent G's on them
Now mami send me the tone