Luyện nghe bài hát What a Shame

New kid, War Report, blew 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, blessed up, caught hard Tommy Hill
appeal, accept collect call, and keep it real
But I was for three, son you didn't know me
bitch had you sue, told you, don't send me no loot
But I survive in 'Green, sent me cream, Adine
Moms like, the ain't real in your team
the court rap, my first weak, beef wit the staff
Son, was you at?, called you on the jack
Heard you from 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, straight wit crocodile
Pretty boy, my little man you like a boy
you the crime 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 to me, you got somethin for me
Musolini, yo and see me

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

Flush]
Now when you got locked up, plush, sneakers as such
Always flipped it up, on the line, you ran it up
Say you stressed as such, few niggas you had to
Plus the shit's rough, you balloons, read it up
Thug it up, keep it tight, 'cause your on right
all a struggle 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
It's official, I'm tryin to them lands like a missile
Holdin my pistol, to keep it when I'm wit you
Commissary a hit you, Latin try to rip you
Suffer razors an issue, blowin like a whistle
Geo.'s 'a try to snitch you, watch the beam before fish you
So lift weight, I'm layin low until release date

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

[Royal
Direct sale, judge face to face, no
Take it to trail, spend a on the Isle
First day, Sing-Sing, walkin the gates
Stuff's a shame, wild nigga wit the length
We was cellblocked, about, Flush want the top
Put my pictures up, relax for a minute, it up
Watch the top cat, La Familia got the coke in
I a part in that, fine tango, just give 'em cash
Soup 'em up, make 'em feel 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, well let be
and cuffies, gave 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, ya face, is laced up
So what, you got cut, then you police
Keep it real in the beast, same thing in the
Wild cats tell, play PC a jail
Yo me, did three, in PC
freely, Musolini, we just a heemy
Life in exile, people like we,
Did time, all wit crime
mind, police hit strip, caught mine
what, what, what, what, what,