Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Keeps Turning

As the world keeps turning, chronic burning
sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined

I flow like CD's in the
fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch from the
I the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G

So leave me I'm in the zone
Walkin' the streets on my own, nigga get
Some niggas say that nigga Where is
But I'm low in the cut and gotta
Are you gone bust or play

You motherfuckin' clone, get off that nigga's style and own
It's Miscellanea and it's on
For the that slept, they shoulda stayed in step
And kept ya big fuckin' mouth

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps
Street sermon, niggas are determined
As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, so long realized my world is wrong
My world is like disco, blowin' up Cisco in my Cammo
Standin' in back of me was my

of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my quick
Shaky bitches off the

'Cos she got a vice on the flow from my lips
I'm slow but equipped with the proper
Show me the one talkin' so I can drop a fool
I'm out to glow a roll if he think he Mr Cream

Come back on the and smoke a Phillie, G
I really dream of gettin' now let me tell you what's silly
Me, buckin' with my team is one
I heard a gun bustin' shots, the block

I guess a nigga gettin' he got
Shit is heavy like a medicine and broke niggas to smoke niggas
I'll one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
To a trick that even care

'Cos she was gettin somewhere, you're stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you kill, nigga
Nigga how ya You can't try to be real
Shit is for

As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic burning
Street sermon, these niggas are

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are
As the world keeps turning, keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined

I'm cooler than most, but I got the temper
And I'm cooler foes that don't know how it goes
Let's it back to the first side
When you was a new and jockin' my new track

But you was wrong, didn't know the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school
With a teenage I'm turnin' loots to tracks
Me and my like

You know what the hos used to do
me and my crew came bustin' through
All of blushin's brew
Underground till my eyed balls turned blue

is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front
I smoke on, I broke on till I on
packin' shows like Farrakhan
Where is on level with two niggas that's on the same plateau

Now three times your tightest flow
And times ya tightest track
Three times your fattest
Three is clever

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are
As the world keeps turning, chronic burning
sermon, these niggas are determined

As the keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, niggas are determined
As the world turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these are determined

Thou rest in grief who lay buried in the belt
included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
To art in hell, the next man dwells
The place stankin' pussy and crack rock dwells