Luyện nghe bài hát Been A Long Time

Let me see 3's, put em up
This for all my lil' soldiers out there in the world
or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't a choice
(fuck the world you got a choice)
on whether they to be there or not
In the ghetto kill or be killed, in a place called the street
(ya me?)

[Chorus:

It's a long time since a nigga showed me love
I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga
It's been a time since a nigga showed me love
but make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood

I'm in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes
and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, two shots and lived
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on
I my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a man, protected by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from niggaz I'm checkin
Them 15's, laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the a young nigga at the top
and I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and shit will never stop

Two years I'm locked up a BITCH I'm boxed up
Hard times got me nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up
But it's the of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be like no
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own
And all them gold and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues nigga
menace to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is you get nigga
You or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat
Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street

2X]

It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me
C-Murder,
Projects the cold hearted streets of New
The ghetto, young niggaz, will age well
got me crazy, will I die I don't know
It's war baby, takin over the world
Put in a situation, forced to, your business
Handle your own hold your own boy the code of the ghetto
Will I die I don't baby
It up to me it's up to that man upstairs
So I just say to all the young out there
goin what I went through, there's a way out
So keep your high
and keep your heat low, ya me?
[fades