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 nothin for proof
They even blame you for dozens of in substance abuse
What kinda crap is that? Everybody know crackers brought crack to a habitat
to the Latins and Blacks
Never mind that fact son, and I know it's
You was there when my 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
That's all I could focus on, the reason I wrote explosive song
To show even the born (look)
Get torn (get torn) you tricked me all
You had me thinkin you was my friend, you loved Saigon! (Saigon)

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

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You was my homie, my ace coon, my real 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 thang come and of us would zone in (in)
They when they saw you, they saw your boy too
Tighter than jail dap, always see your boy through
Sunup to (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 you'd be so I never had to call up
Step out on the cut, shit, there you be
At late night or broad day and care who would see
We was day for day in the trap (trap) and out on the
Up to the where them 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 there and say nothin (nothin)

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