Luyện nghe bài hát When Thugs Die

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

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

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

[Jim
We light and chill, each night we chill
Block number, fifty-{?}-seven, movin white for them
Stashin open for it stales, I tried to tell you
That my is so real, they dog me in and bring me home nine-trey
the city on my own crime 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 like one side of my is killed, for real
And Chills turned state fed, deal with 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)