Luyện nghe bài hát Ason Jones

intro:word i miss you,i the god
word....a powerful brother,man, he was
Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his was ballantine this it was the year 89'
He stayed the freshest, boots, wallies with them colorful low goose
coming Medina, we boost
we up in A&S, slipping and dipping to
Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll
yo, before, the wu got on, him and allah just'
and RZA, came to the one morn'
A nigga could to slow music, outdrink any nigga
on the benches, while we hitting reefer, he loosies
five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason"
I for his braids and lessons
a with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest
a right hand, you quick, serving you
Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, forgotten
aiyo, if niggas hear me, then roll up some broccoli
ason, the of a lion, a purified mind
the way he did it, with a mic and some
i would never the days we used to sit back
i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss this nigga
and now i understand the of love when i kissed the nigga
dirty bastard (sample)
My name is ol bastard, youknowhatimsayin?
i dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of welfare, youknowhatimsaying?
i came out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying
so so so its like you got to keep it real

He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul day one
Loud as the ferry, best friend was Cherry
lady, BK baby, she taught Dirty
How to cook, clean, the songs, say the
Old dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine
We sip, while we sat the O.G.'s
Knowledge of self, good
The fortunes came with the game, had my brother insane
It's like wealth enough to live for
But if you got love in your heart, just in yourself
That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the Land'
Few pieces with his gold fangs, his fam
(Brooklyn Zu) you my brother was ill
The dude to say, "Yo, keep it real"
Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap
Now he with Allah, a blessing

[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard
See, it's like, ok, I come from
In my neighborhood, my people me
See, if I try to come any different
They gon' respect me no more
Youknowhatimsaying? Because -- you know people
Got their thing about themselves, you
If you from the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying
You couldn't, you couldn't get out the
But you could take the neighborhood out of the people
Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to jump and crossover
To the other side, people understand that, and they don't that
That's why they don't be buying music
See, we it real, and we always gon' keep it real
You can't knock what's real, We telling the truth, man