Luyện nghe bài hát 50-50 Chance

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

Straight
to survive in the streets of my town
But everyday brotha gets bucked down
So I keep a gat to my back
You lack, you your life, fool, and it's like that
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 in the game
Put a cap in your ass and add stripes to my fame
This is the way we and still think everyday
I keep my on cause ain't no tellin' when I get blown away
I see fear in my mother's and I know if I die
I'm gonna my mother's soul
And she's all what a player got but 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...
When I got a it's a 50-50 chance...

See, brief me: in god I
But in order to alive, my nine I have to bust
See, I chose this way of life, I never really
What was wrong and what was right, I had a family at
I can't get at Mickey D's so I gots to get my grind on
See, life bad, if I can do then I did it
And I make sure my had, I was the oldest
my duty, my job
So on the back of my sweater read Mob
I had to and grind, stay strapped with 9-milly
no shame and neither the players feel me
Late I bought a 400 sack
I got my in the cut strapped watchin' my back
Killin' nothin' more than a ???
I keep a strap, mothafuckas, cause these fools are to
see a fool in the cut and furious shots
Two of my dropped, now I'm reachin' for my Glock
I'm runnin' around my trigga
Is this the method of a or the method of a straight killa
He'll get me if I don't get him
So I let the nine bust it, put his ass in a hearse
This is the way of life, the dance
I got a nine, it's a 50-50 chance...

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

Two of my partners died over gang-related
So I'm ridin' around with a semi-automatic pump
My boy Pam got my
See I refuse to be a coward, I go out like that
So much over a lost of a loved one
But if you give a bullet, ya gotta be down to one
it's a motha...
That's the way we think, nigga, down here in the
So I'm to catch him sleepin'
And he to fleein'
Hittin' fences like the of Death
Pam broke right and I broke
We got him it, now he's pleein' for his life
The Angel of Death is in your
Boom! You lose 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 nine it's a chance...