Luyện nghe bài hát J.O.S.E.

Aiyyo crack, these niggaz is playin' mad childish
Niggaz act like a rap
Yeah, it's a rap, for motherf-rr-uckers
Niggaz replacin' the 'G' in with PR's and W's

Pranksta wanksta-ass
You know go on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
Fuck tri-borough, we five borough
Get at these niggaz music

Yo, friday night, woke up in a cold
I can't believe niggaz schemin' on
Nah man, ain't the way it's goin' down
Niggaz talk too shit, and I jump like the sound

They my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin' informer, flesh-n-blood like the
Now maybe I'm a on the pedastal
Got a fame now, niggaz wanna harm me for my revenues

ya little beef, that's the shit I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble
My own niggaz let them hoes 'em envy
Posin' like they friendly when I'm knowin resent me

That's the shit that get me
It be the same niggaz in ya talkin' 'bout, "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake niggaz, Jers' niggaz
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate

You've now tuned in to the sounds of
we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project
And by niggaz trees out the back of O.J.'s

(J)
These jealous niggaz is worse than
(O)
The ones that get is bound to turn snitches
(S)
talkin' shit, still ain't shit
(E)
You envious niggaz can suck my

(J)
Hahaha, ohh, now feelin' the kid
(O)
Yeah nigga, south boogie ain't nowhere
(S)
Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad is
(E)
Blaze over beats in the streets

Joe crack hold that down
You the kid up in the clubs, BET, MTV
On yo' block, on my block, you wanna fuckin' slice it
Bastards,