Luyện nghe bài hát Trial Of The Century

Just a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four, tryin' to bust and blow
out before the po po come bust the show

Sobered up, it was beef, but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no for aimin'
arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'

One fell, for help, heard him yell
My last shell, through his spine, it's time to bail
slow motion, dust in my clothes started boatin'
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' the art of goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the slow pacin'
No destination, it's up a nigga facin'

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us
Do whatever it takes, that's the breaks
Money make this world go

I pleed innocent, the for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10
Self defense, incarceration couldn't help
Caught in commotion at the I felt it, felt intense

Him or me, misery through my memory
But mentally, wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how niggas could go for weeks
you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I my life on the creep
jeeps, bulletproof coupes move mystique

Let him speak, my dogg is
It was my gats this cat Roberto it's certain
Desert in my skirts end
Let my nigga while I breed us up a kid face this little bitch

No explanation, speedy trial, the extra waitin'
Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin', so what's the

If we all die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some
Keep my head to the sky, let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause the breaks
make this world go 'round

I feel ill inside, though my life is still a
Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the shit
From comin' close gettin' my dome split

out, so much on my mind, gotta let it out
To live, and die for a cause I feel dead out
Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some tech's
Charged with drunk once, but I was half sleep

Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a suburban
I must have dozed when I was
But peep this, I'm on now, no sign of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court and I'm to beat this
A new don, another score, another new born, too long
Here's a dick jury for to chew on

Order in the court, order in the
contempt of court

If we all gonna die, I'm to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the
Money make this go 'round

If we all gonna die, I'm to meet my maker
But before I touch that bed feel, I gotta see some paper
my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause the breaks
Money make this world go

If we all die