Luyện nghe bài hát Been A Long Time

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

[Chorus:

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

I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin and dimes
and will I lose my mind, or am I my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the on hold
I know my is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, by my set and my weapon
no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin
Holdin meetings on the a young nigga at the top
and will I make it, out the ghetto, the future cause I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will stop

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

2X]

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