Luyện nghe bài hát And the Winner Is!

...claim lives
With [?] from guys, innocent ladies, babies of any size
Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cause they ain't have for proof
They even you for dozens of youths in substance abuse
What kinda crap is that? Everybody know that crackers brought to a habitat
to attack the and Blacks
mind that fact son, and I know it's wrong
You was when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm
Even though you did me to Smoke and Tron
And totin one, you welcomed Saigon with arms
That's all I could on, the reason I wrote this explosive song
To show the closest born (look)
Get (get torn) you tricked me all along
You had me thinkin you was my friend, you NEVER Saigon! (Saigon)

2X: Saigon]
With friends you who needs enemies?
Brought a nigga bad luck the Kennedy's
You had a nigga ass up in the
friends like you who needs enemies?

B]
You was my homie, my ace boon coon, my roadie (roadie)
Called you my hand, the Poot to my Bodie
For sho', my true whodie, we was than my own kin (kin)
We saw this come and both of us would zone in (in)
They knew when saw you, they saw your boy too
Tighter than jail dap, would always see boy through
to sundown (down) winnin them fistfights
I'm my gun sound, you was the main one round (round)
We held the corner down (down) we the wall up
Shot knew be there so I never had to call up
out on the cut, shit, there you would be
At late or broad day and didn't care who would see
We was day for day in the trap (trap) and out on the
Up to the point where haters (what) ran up from behind
Turn out the whole time (time) you was straight frontin (frontin)
Cause when they shot your boy up you just laid and ain't say nothin (nothin)

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