Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin News

Well I mean man, Ranking Scroo 'long side E-40, ya
All crew, pick up yourself thou respect who say, every cool
Fa sho, fa sho

It's gonna be him or me and I ain't finsta be either or
no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull
Playas keep score
Let 'em know this is grown man shit ya fucking with
Autoloaders, rifles ya fucking with

Somebody mind somebody shit ya fucking with
We give a fuck about who ya and whatever horse ya rolled in on
Ya ain't finna me outta my zone
Cause I'ma getting my money on and be about me and mine
Watch out for salty ass niggas during daylight savings

Cause that's around the time of the year the splitter splatter
Folks be losing the lives, they and gall bladder
We in the stink of it man, me and my runners and
We come through dumping with those turkey hunters
Never lose sleep, never worry, weep

You could spend time praying that what the preacher be speaking
Them suckas like to cheat, the beef say it's cool
Them double back pull out them and tools
And beddybye your them Harrington riches and varmen rifles
For bragging rights, just to say he the news

Well is no one going? No flowing
With real king news now we all joking
Money in my pocket, try take it
He run up and don't want but if ya want come get

Cause when the morning come yes we breaking
Evening come yo we breaking
So lift up ya and put it iny ya dancing shoes
Cause if ya with us yo ya bound to lose

Breakin'
If you with the bull your gonna get the horns
When the is dark that means it's finna storm
If ya car is parked and the music is
That means ya setting off in the crowd

When ya senses tell you that something is up
Then I suggest you go ya gut, don't ignore your first mind
pay attention to your warning signs
Always be awoke, always be aware, always look ya shoulder
Always be of the rollers

When ya perking and ya sliding sipping Saint Ides or Cobra
In ya scraper, feeling ya rubbing Donny Taylor or Clarence Carter
A lot than the average Joe
Straight out the ghetto they me E-40
Still hungry, still rapping like I'm still

Still money, still money on my mind
I play out I'm just like Pea-Cokes
I survive in a drought, I sit on all my
And for the value to sky rocket
Make them client pay top so when they comin' cop it

Well is no one going? No step
With real king now we all stop joking
Money in my pocket, come try it
He run up and don't want but if ya them come get

Cause when the come yes we breaking news
Evening yo we breaking news
So up ya foot and put it iny ya dancing shoes
Cause if ya with us yo ya bound to lose

Breakin' news, this in
Have heart, have money, have when, 'cause ya know when
Ya gotta fight to the death, you be running out of breath
Get in shape before late
I'm at three hundred and twenty now but I to weigh three fifty eight

My doctor made me lose weight, my doctor
"Charlie Hustle, we gon' turn all this fat that you got muscle"
But gon' think that I'm smoking, no they ain't loc
You got high blood
The leading cause of death among black

Er' yo ass was just a 'lil kid
The masters would give him all the left over and crap from the pig
Enough of that, I said I said
Now get back to busting heads
Know when to act a and who to act a fool with

Know who to be cool and who not to be cool with
Cause the same dude you up and went to school with
A be the same that cross you and try to get you hit
Cause misery loves company and company loves
And money causes and envy

is no one going? No step flowing
With real news now we all stop joking
Money in my pocket, try take it
He run up and don't want but if ya want them get

Cause the morning come yes we breaking news
come yo we breaking news
So up ya foot and put it iny ya dancing shoes
Cause if ya fuck with us yo ya bound to
Breakin'