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 didn't have a choice
(fuck the nigga you got a choice)
on whether they wanted to be or not
In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a called the street
(ya me?)

C-Murder]

It's been a long time since a nigga showed me
I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga
It's been a long 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 I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no
out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on
I know my soul is cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young at the top
and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin now, and this shit will never stop

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

2X]

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