Luyện nghe bài hát What a Shame

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

[several samples The Jones Girls "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 you had to touch
the shit's rough, sendin you balloons, read it up
Thug it up, keep it tight, your girl on right
It's all a struggle in life, to sell things and pay the
But I'm wit you, let you down son, I miss you
But on the streets, the police want me wit you
It's official, I'm to blow them lands like a missile
Holdin my pistol, to it real when I'm wit you
Commissary a hit you, Kings try to rip you
Suffer razors an issue, blowin niggas like a
Geo.'s 'a try to you, watch the beam before they fish you
So lift weight, I'm layin low until release date

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

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

I know my real family, new try to be around me
Try to surround me, goatee, ganja
up chief, well let that be
Doorags and cuffies, me a razor, recruit me
Now slang, and catch a band, til the bing
You workin in the kitchen, ice and now ya snitchin
You Scarface, lost ya face, is up
So what, you got cut, you told police
Keep it real in the beast, thing in the streets
cats tell, play PC inside a jail
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,