Luyện nghe bài hát What a Shame

New kid, War Report, blew 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 blessed up, caught hard Tommy
Guess appeal, collect call, and keep it real
But I was locked for three, son you know me
Your bitch had you sue, told you, don't me no loot
But I in 'Green, shorty sent me cream, Adine
Moms like, the niggas real in your team
Bring the rap, my first weak, beef wit the staff
Son, where was you at?, you on the jack
Heard you moved from Iraq to and cold ran
Ran on me, but you supposed to be my
turned, I'm in Zoo York, you up north
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 to me, you got somethin for me
Musolini, yo and see me

[several samples from The 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 stressed as such, few you had to touch
Plus the shit's rough, sendin you balloons, it up
Thug it up, keep it tight, 'cause girl on right
It's all a in life, to sell things and pay the price
But I'm wit you, let you down son, I miss you
But back on the streets, the want me wit you
It's official, I'm tryin to 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
Suffer razors an issue, blowin niggas a whistle
Geo.'s 'a try to you, watch the beam before they fish you
So just lift weight, I'm layin low until release

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

[Royal
Direct sale, judge face to face, no
Take it to trail, spend a year on the
First day, Sing-Sing, through the gates
Stuff's a shame, nigga walkin wit the length
We was cellblocked, think about, Flush the top
Put my pictures up, relax for a minute, it up
the top cat, La Familia got the coke in that
I need a part in that, tango, just 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, leaf
Locked up chief, let that be
Doorags and cuffies, gave me a razor, me
Now I'll slang, and a band, til the bing
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 real in the beast, same thing in the
cats tell, play PC inside a jail
Yo me, did three, in PC
Stand freely, Musolini, we a heemy
Life in exile, people we, penitentiary
Did time, all wit crime
Desert mind, police hit strip, caught
what, what, what, what, what,