Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

CNN, CNN
The man, we back again man
Are ready man?
Yo, yo

My niggaz get locked up, and when they come
It's mink coats and Cristal, just ask
We play the game like mobsters, Stone flicks
on a true story, it's Nore'

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects me
It feel good to have in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN spirits

Puff more than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they in they beds
My mission instead, these niggaz missin' and dead
And leave 'em in a river, buttnaked and red

N.O., niggaz no pro-blemo
Keep a in my mouth, spit it out
And I never had to nothin', I shit it out
And I still got it but I had to 'Thug It

Yo, it's like my mission to live this way
I had to things, don't want to live each day
The people do real things
So why is real still doin' fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's like my mission just to live way
I had to things, don't want to live each day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin' fake Huh?

Peace God, what's up
I'm glad you
So we could, take over the world, ours to own
Stars that bone the ghetto, to cars and homes

out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
My niggaz on the run place out
Flee fiends with the mouth
guns, bullets spray out

Lay out, what? Gimme the and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even
I don't sleep, percent of the time I'm woke

The other 5 is when a nigga high, the thugs cry
And me, I'm thugged out, I sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, it raw
My heat is the fourth, while niggaz lean on the law

Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he up the mall
I watch for the cops, still a thug after the
CNN gotta it for real

Yo, like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, don't want to each day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin' fake things?

Yo, it's like my just to live this way
I had to sell things, don't want to live day
The real people do real
So why is real people doin' fake things? Huh?

the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole
The law was built around capers since the of the West
And are you real or How many thugs hear the question

Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for
to death's kiko, is goin' to jail
Unassisted, I and frail
My ice similar to yo, for the 85 that's in braille

I keep on my hoes, crazy blowin' the scale
Mad for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a

If I was dyin' a true fan give me they blood
And my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug,
I fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases

Yo, it's like my mission just to live way
I had to sell things, don't want to each day
The real do real things
So why is real people still doin' fake things?

Yo, it's like my mission just to this way
I had to sell things, don't to live each day
The real people do things
So why is real people still fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's like my mission just to this way
I had to things, don't want to live each day
The real people do real
So why is real still doin' fake things? Huh?

Yo, it's like my mission just to this way
I had to sell things, don't want to live day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin' things? Huh?