Luyện nghe bài hát What a Shame

New kid, War Report, dunn out the court
He righteous, the God was jeweled down wit ices
My man up, in the beast, hit me on the Jag
(Aiyo son, I need in this piece)
I got you, already up, caught hard Tommy Hill
Guess appeal, accept collect call, and keep it
But I was locked for three, son you didn't me
Your had you sue, told you, don't send me no loot
But I survive in 'Green, shorty sent me cream,
like, the niggas ain't real in your team
Bring the rap, my first weak, beef wit the staff
Son, was you at?, called you on the jack
Heard you moved from Iraq to and cold ran
Ran on me, but you supposed to be my
Tables turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up
I'm in the cockpit, coppin Averate
You in the P now, straight wit crocodile
boy, my little man you like a little boy
Taught you the crime life, you blame me, you
up, commissary low, now you thinkin
While you locked, I got the block lock wit
and envy, towards me
Word got back to me, you got for me
Musolini, yo and see me

samples from The Jones Girls "When I'm Gone"]

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

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

[Royal
Direct sale, face to face, no bail
Take it to trail, spend a on the Isle
First day, Sing-Sing, through the gates
Stuff's a shame, nigga walkin wit the length
We was cellblocked, about, Flush want the top
Put my pictures up, for a minute, kick it up
Watch the top cat, La got the coke in that
I need a part in that, fine tango, just 'em cash
'em up, make 'em feel wild as fuck, now what up?

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