Luyện nghe bài hát And the Winner Is!

...claim lives
With semi [?] from guys, innocent ladies, of any size
Nah I knew it the truth, cause they ain't have nothin for proof
They even blame you for of youths in substance abuse
What kinda crap is that? Everybody that crackers brought crack 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 open arms
all I could focus on, the reason I wrote this explosive song
To show the closest born (look)
Get torn (get torn) you tricked me all
You had me thinkin you was my friend, you loved Saigon! (Saigon)

[Chorus 2X:
friends like you who needs enemies?
Brought a nigga bad luck like the
You had a nigga ass up in the
With friends like you who needs

B]
You was my homie, my ace boon coon, my real (roadie)
you my right hand, the Poot to my Bodie
For sho', my true whodie, we was than my own kin (kin)
We saw thang come and both of us would zone in (in)
They when they saw you, they saw your boy too
Tighter than dap, would always see your 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) we held the wall up
Shot you'd be there so I never had to call up
Step out on the cut, shit, there you be
At late night or broad day and didn't who would see
We was day for day in the (trap) and out on the grind
Up to the where them haters (what) ran up from behind
Turn out the whole time (time) you was straight frontin (frontin)
Cause when shot your boy up you just laid there and ain't say nothin (nothin)

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