Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I grew up in the 'jects, five what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just here
Waitin with them clear cases tryin to make a sale
When that wreck came around, I'm in the trench my pound
I'm pitchin you cracks and the is my mound (what's good)
It ain't no freezin this game, I'm in the freezin the
Tryin to make G's off the 'caine so I can up a chain (Jacob!)
Or put the on the thang (spinners!)
So I can speed the game (vroom!)
That's why I kinda different, and some think that I'm twisted
Cause I smoke too much, and I drink I'm twisted (I'm on point)
I'm tryin to to stay afloat (that's right)
Cause that game of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow

Jones]
The purple, HAZE, keep and burnin
Nightmares at night I wake up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I sleep)
I'm light on my sleep, I get a wink, I might miss somethin
I think if I blink I might miss (what happened what happened)
Constantly rollin up (uh-huh)
As I stomp this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside)
We from the streets, know the struggle, know the
Know the hook, know to cut it, to double (know that price)
Now if you don't change your mind, your grind
Don't get caught in the facade, don't get caught up on a
(Don't be facin six) You know that life by
Just as as them nights goes by
Hold fast, them and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, pies
Hope to God that the law or the vice don't (SQUALIE!)
We been trapped in our own
You see the the powder but the crack is our own hustle
We ain't we?

[Jim
Sheeit, the heat's in the kitchen, I to you listen
The beef if it thicken the heat'll stay clickin, believe
I'll be burnin water, while I the corners (uh-huh)
be more than gone as {?}
R.I.P., man that's kind of
Niggaz, off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun spit
Plus, man they to dump clips (yes sir!)
In up whips, the place miss and I scoop up with
the eighth in 'em, shoot up shit and straight get 'em (boom)
They chew up like straight sick 'em (sick 'em)
Over that turf or strip, or work the bricks
squirt the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo)
That's the of my land
Over blue and them grams, niggaz blowin your man (we gon' get 'em)
Get you all over hoes for a grand
Man, death is so in my hood - short paper