Luyện nghe bài hát What a Shame

New kid, War Report, dunn blew out the
He claim righteous, the God was jeweled wit ices
My man up, in the beast, hit me on the Jag
(Aiyo son, I need in this piece)
I got you, already blessed up, caught hard Hill
Guess appeal, accept call, and keep it real
But I was locked for three, son you didn't me
bitch had you sue, told you, don't send me no loot
But I in 'Green, shorty sent me cream, Adine
Moms like, the niggas ain't real in team
the court rap, my first weak, beef wit the staff
Son, where was you at?, you on the jack
you moved from Iraq to Iran and cold ran
Ran on me, but you to be my family
turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up north
I'm in the cockpit, coppin shit
You in the P now, foul wit crocodile
boy, my little man you like a little boy
Taught you the crime life, you blame me, you
Yucked up, low, now you thinkin
While you locked, I got the block wit padlock
Jealousy and envy, me
got back to me, you got somethin for me
Musolini, yo and see me

[several samples from The Jones "When I'm Gone"]

[Royal
Now when you got up, livin plush, sneakers as such
flipped it up, on the phone line, you ran it up
Say you stressed as such, few niggas you had to
Plus the rough, sendin you balloons, read it up
Thug it up, it tight, 'cause your girl on right
It's all a in life, to sell things and pay the price
But I'm wit you, can't let you son, I miss you
But on the streets, the police want me wit you
official, I'm tryin to blow them lands like a missile
Holdin my pistol, to keep it real I'm wit you
Commissary a hit you, Kings try to rip you
razors an issue, blowin niggas like a whistle
Geo.'s 'a try to snitch you, watch the before they fish you
So just lift weight, I'm layin low release date

[more from The Jones Girls "When I'm Gone"]

Flush]
Direct sale, face to face, no bail
Take it to trail, spend a year on the
day, Sing-Sing, walkin through the gates
Stuff's a shame, wild walkin wit the length
We was cellblocked, think about, Flush the top
Put my pictures up, relax for a minute, it up
Watch the top cat, La got the coke in that
I need a part in that, fine tango, just give 'em
Soup 'em up, make 'em feel wild as fuck, now up?

I know my family, new people try to be around me
Try to me, goatee, ganja leaf
Locked up chief, let that be
Doorags and cuffies, gave me a razor, me
Now I'll slang, and catch a band, til the
You in the kitchen, ice pick and now ya snitchin
You Scarface, lost ya face, is up
So what, you got cut, then you police
Keep it in the beast, same thing in the streets
Wild tell, play PC inside a jail
Yo me, did three, in PC
freely, Musolini, we just a heemy
Life in exile, people like we,
Did time, all evolve wit
Desert mind, police hit strip, mine
what, what, what, what, what,