Luyện nghe bài hát 50-50 Chance

50-50 chance, chance...
When I got a it's a 50-50 chance...

youngsta
Tryin' to survive in the streets of my
But everyday brotha gets bucked down
So I keep a gat to watch my
You lack, you loose your life, fool, and it's like
See, I was born in slums so I what to expect
And killin' a fool on a block gots you respect
And ain't nobody gonna cross a playa in the
Put a cap in your ass and add stripes to my street
This is the way we thought and still everyday
I keep my on cause ain't no tellin' when I get blown away
I see in my mother's eyes and I know if I die
I'm hurt my mother's soul
And all what a player got but she's gotta understand
I got for my block, see, it's my choice, I'm an own man
But to survive in streets of Oakland
a chance...

50-50 chance, chance...
I got a nine it's a 50-50 chance...

See, me: in god I trust
But in order to stay alive, my nine I to bust
See, I this way of life, I never really tripped
What was and what was right, I had a family at home
I can't get paid at Mickey D's so I to get my grind on
See, life bad, if I can do then I did it
And I make my family had, I was the oldest
my duty, my job
So on the of my sweater read 69th Mob
I had to and grind, stay strapped with 9-milly
no shame and neither the players feel me
Late night I bought a 400
I got my partner in the cut watchin' my back
ain't nothin' more than a ???
I keep a strap, mothafuckas, these fools are to blast
see a fool in the cut and furious shots
Two of my partners dropped, now I'm for my Glock
I'm runnin' around my trigga
Is this the method of a surviver or the method of a killa
get me if I don't get him first
So I gotta let the bust it, put his ass in a hearse
This is the way of life, the dance
When I got a nine, it's a chance...

chance, 50-50 chance...
When I got a it's a 50-50 chance...

Two of my partners over gang-related funk
So I'm ridin' around town a semi-automatic pump
My boy Pam got my
See I refuse to be a coward, I can't go out that
So much pain over a lost of a one
But if you give a bullet, ya be down to take one
Everyday a motha...
That's the way we think, nigga, down in the Gutter
So I'm to catch him sleepin'
And he to fleein'
Hittin' fences like the of Death
Pam broke right and I left
We got him with it, now he's for his life
The Angel of Death is in faith
Boom! You your life
I the trigga cause he killed two of my friends
His mother's gonna cry cause he get another chance...

chance, 50-50 chance...
When I got a it's a 50-50 chance...