Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so man
In pissy staircases, we just sittin here
Waitin them crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale
When wreck came around, I'm in the trench with my pound
I'm pitchin you cracks and the bench is my (what's good)
It ain't no freezin game, I'm in the freezin the rain
to make G's off the 'caine so I can freeze up a chain (Jacob!)
Or put the on the thang (spinners!)
So I can speed through the (vroom!)
That's why I kinda different, and some think that I'm twisted
Cause I too much, and I drink 'til I'm twisted (I'm on point)
I'm tryin to maintain to 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 down my food, bon appetit - chow time

[Jim
The purple, HAZE, keep and burnin
at night I wake up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I can't sleep)
I'm light on my sleep, I can't get a wink, I might miss
I think if I blink I miss somethin (what happened what happened)
Constantly up haze (uh-huh)
As I stomp through this block man they up treys (Eastside)
We from the streets, the struggle, know the hustle
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 goes by
Just as fast as them nights by
Hold fast, blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We movin white, whole
Hope to God the law or the vice don't ride (SQUALIE!)
We been in our own hustle
You see the the powder but the crack is our own hustle
We ain't we?

Jones]
Sheeit, the heat's in the kitchen, I speak to you
The beef if it thicken the stay clickin, believe that?
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, dyin off dumb shit, fly when the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to clips (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the place and I scoop up with
the eighth in 'em, they up shit and straight get 'em (boom)
They chew up shit like straight 'em (sick 'em)
that turf or strip, or that work the bricks
We'll squirt the shotty, and disperse squad-dy (woo)
That's the of my land
Over that blue and them grams, niggaz your man (we gon' get 'em)
Get you all shot over hoes for a
Man, death is so cheap in my - short paper