Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Die

[Jim
Got this problem with these niggaz on the other of town
Plus my little homey he's a rider now
So you he want some answers off top he ridin down
With them automatic weapons, and fire in the pound (bang bang)
Hood devestated, prayin they let him make it
Heard it 'bout the incident, it's how he just got faded (it's fucked up)
But it's places, G's call it heaven's Matrix
Pray the Lord up, they told me how heaven's gated (let a thug in)
Certified,
never hesitated, I heard it was premeditated (who told you that)
And my hood segregated
Harlem World's so small, but my ghetto dedicated (Eastside, Westside)
We was young, cannons
Shoot cannons, point aim, broad day, you standin (fuck that do it now)
We live our as a G
Day and, night the heat, rollin dice on the street
Now on

4X: Jim Jones]
Do doves fly, thugs cry?
Here's a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of thug life

Jones]
Now, the game, know the code, say no names
Fast ain't no game, R.I.P. Baby Main
He was large in the game, slingin
Shiny rings, diamond chains, a star in my hood (he was ?)
All the cars, V12 by the
Had the jets, had the strip, had the power, he was livin life
New whips every hour, it's a shame, in my
He'll be missed like the in the midst of the prowess
Not to put his business out (uh-huh)
But the kid'll make you think that Po Rich was out (like '86)
And in stories it mainly contain the lobby
the young and the restless like Harlem's main {?}

[Jim
We light and chill, night we would chill
Block number, fifty-{?}-seven, movin white for them
Stashin open rice for it stales, I tried to you
That my life is so real, dog me in and bring me home nine-trey
Took the city on my own raid (N.Y.C.)
Invadin clubs, brazy bloods (tell 'em)
Tell Peter Geisha what's up, back to the saga, Light got killed
It's one side of my life is killed, for real
And Chills turned state fed, couldn't deal a state bed
But snitchin breaks the code, gotta lie in your made bed (you the rules)
No sympathy homey, you follow them codes
You get a thousand of die in that hole (G's up)