Luyện nghe bài hát 25 to Life

Wyclef
Yo to my people time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile on
the heat.

Look, I'm livin' in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street
on they luck
Repeat felons up with the death I was sellin'
and for the three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
but I can't to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't shoot I'd be the in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get
by liftin' by the pound for the tough individual
runnin' run his mouth throw some with the General
walk one day in the of a criminal
death keep your luxuries to a minimal
I'm not talkin' weed, jewels, & Bentleys
I'm talkin' clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
see what I mean livin' with the of the earth
hit with plenty of to adjust to life on the inside
(Wyclef)

You got me fucked up I'm
look I do this shit you don't want to hear my side
but you believin' that
You my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
'cause I know y'all ain't even 'bout lettin' me go
Where my lawyer, nigga me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya
Y'all go tell that to my & my father
but gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother
you know that shit ain't right bitch didn't see nothin'
it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
look the same to passin' niggas around like a game of ball
is my third felony plus my third strike
man I goin' home I got 25 to Life.

QU New York, you try to me I criticize you
been the same muthafucka in high school
any I shed light to with crazy wattage
out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
learned who not to trust grew
so niggas to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin' but they don't slow down you to court
you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin'
Indy's throwin' Tyson in another year
fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock at bust in the air
give me space beats with plenty drink my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts of art
Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired

Ja
Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day
still the thought of true to the sport
I bang with the niggas them career criminals
now I'm in with these lookin' to feel me out
Hollerin' 'bout how gon' hit on me now
Niggas is real wild bangin' before
new kicks new trial I don't a fuck
I'm the yard ox taped to my nuts
ready to self destruct I don't wanna die
but what powered your honor to hit me 25
I know that real every hustle
and die these niggas in the struggle
Ya me

Oh God shells loaded in the semi quoted
unknown cat never voted picture me on the
huntin' for like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween
mashed down in the fatigues servin' the
kill or be killed metal under the sleeve
in the city bust checks or puff cess
ruffneck love & act figures bloodsport on the streets
no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge out cold cuts
ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' thug
you to die thug!
the President I'm blowin' up ya residence
spill acid on the to clear the evidence
Protestors screamin' free Gotti
guard body SWAT teams is waitin' with the shotty

Y'all need to

For all my people doin' time keep your up
Wyclef "Wonder" New Millenium new millenium come on