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 (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 it's kill or be killed, in a called the street
(ya me?)

C-Murder]

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

I'm trapped in crime, I'm nickels and dimes
and will I my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, to kill, took two shots and lived
It ain't my time, I the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is 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 them niggaz I'm
Them 15's, layin laws the man, callin shots
meetings on the block a young nigga at the top
and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and shit will never stop

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

2X]

It's been a long motherfuckin since a nigga showed me love
C-Murder,
the cold hearted streets of New Orleans
The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age
got me crazy, will I die I don't know
It's war crimes baby, over 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 baby
It ain't up to me it's up to that man
So I just say to all the young out there
goin through what I through, there's a way out
So your head high
and your heat low, ya heard me?
[fades