Luyện nghe bài hát Ason Jones

intro:word i you,i miss the god
word....a brother,man, he was live
Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the 89'
He stayed the freshest, boots, wallies with them colorful low goose
from Medina, we boost
we up in A&S, slipping and to bedstuy
Native, he used to beatbox, listen
yo, before, the wu got on, him and allah just'
and RZA, to the island one morn'
A nigga could dance to music, outdrink any nigga
on the benches, we hitting reefer, he sold loosies
foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones
I know for his and lessons
a with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest
a hand, you quick, serving you remy
Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, forgotten
aiyo, if niggas hear me, then roll up some broccoli
ason, the heart of a lion, a mind
the way he did it, with a mic and some
i would never forget the days we to sit back
days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just this nigga
and now i the meaning of love when i kissed the nigga
dirty bastard (sample)
My is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin?
i dont hide back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying?
When i out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying
so so so its like you got to it real nahwhatimean?

He had a of gold, intelligent soul from day one
Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma
Sweet lady, BK baby, she Dirty
How to cook, clean, the songs, say the
Old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the
We sip, while we sat the O.G.'s
Knowledge of self, good
The fortunes that with the game, had my brother insane
It's like wealth ain't enough to for
But if you got love in your heart, just in yourself
was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black 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, that's a

[Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard
See, it's like, ok, where I from
In my neighborhood, my people me
See, if I try to come any different
They ain't gon' respect me no
Because they -- you know people
Got thing about themselves, you know
If you from the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying
You couldn't, you get out the neighborhood
But you could never take the out of the people
Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like and crossover
To the other side, people that, and they don't like that
That's why they don't be buying music
See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' it real
You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We the truth, man