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) where they didn't have a choice
(fuck the world you got a choice)
on whether wanted to be there or not
In the ghetto it's 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 have to spill a nigga
It's been a long since a nigga showed me love
but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga

I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin and dimes
and will I 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 the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my
Ain't no regrettin, stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkin
15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the a young nigga at the top
and will I 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 like a I'm boxed up
Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda put them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga trip
They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me be like no busta
These don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them 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 creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my
Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real is on the street beotch

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It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga me love
C-Murder,
Projects the hearted streets of New Orleans
The ghetto, young niggaz, will age well
Streets got me crazy, I die I don't know
It's war baby, takin 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 don't know
It up to me it's up to that man upstairs
So I just say to all the young niggaz out
through what I went through, there's a way out
So keep your head
and your heat low, ya heard me?
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