Luyện nghe bài hát Investigative Reports

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, dead

Yo, my out of this world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, three felony brutes
Roll together, trees puff, whatever
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seas, hit chicks Guyanese
up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my only
With life, feed seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
Never get jacked, see ya then black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, mocha
buildings, brothers building
Save the children, reports!

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they the spot
Victims took off astronauts
Get this, even your best can't
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical ends
Caught him at the red light on Avenue and Franklin
used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your JFK sniper
He just came home from
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out carpet
the stuttering boy, save complaints for the five-oh
Then the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release shots and premeditate to
And they jet back to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose by the gallons

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's back for
Starting gold wars, black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
Packed with visions,
bread to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot
The baggy blue Guess jeans, strings off in Palm Springs
I'm in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
The emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggas down in
in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't a press spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

Investigative