Luyện nghe bài hát Trial Of The Century

AZ:
Just like a picture, gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and
out before the Po Po come bust the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for
arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, him yell
My last shell, through his spine, it's time to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes ?boatin'?
It's bizarre copin', my blood like the Art Of Goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the slow pacin'
No destination, it's up a nigga facin'

Panama P.I.
If we all die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks, make this world go

AZ:
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 time I it, felt intense
Him or me, it's through my memory
But mentally, wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how some could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know beef
Know it's deep, I my life on the creep
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes Mystique

Brown: (AZ)
Let him speak, my is innocent
It was my gats (Boo I got this), this cat named it's certain
Desert in my skirts end
Let my live (Oha), while I breed us up a kid
this little bi - tch

AZ:
No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra
Hesitatin', know the time a nigga facin'
So what's the

CHORUS (overlaps the last line of verse)

AZ:
I feel ill inside, my life is still a ride
may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold
comin' that close gettin' my dome split
Spreaded out, so much on my mind, let it out
To live, and die for a I feel dead with out
Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some Tech's
with drunk drivin' once, but I was half 'sleep
Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a Suburban
I must've when I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm on trial now, no of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court, & I'm to beat this
A new Don, another score, another new born, too long
Here's a dick jury for to chew on

voice: Order in the court, order in the court
That's of court!}

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P.I.:
If we all die