Luyện nghe bài hát Reunion

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

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

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects me
It feel to have love in the hood
And I got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good
gun lyrics, CN lift spirits

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

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

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 people still doin' 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 things
So why is real people still doin' fake Huh?

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

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

Lay out, what? the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't smoke
I don't sleep, ninety-five of the time I'm woke

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

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

Yo, it's like my mission to live this way
I had to sell things, want to live each day
The real people do things
So why is real still doin' fake things? Huh?

Yo, like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, want to live each day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin' fake things?

Thuggology's the major,
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the
And are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the

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

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

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

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 people still doin' fake things?

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

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

Yo, it's like my just to live this way
I had to sell things, want to live each day
The real people do real
So why is real people still doin' fake Huh?