Luyện nghe bài hát Been A Long Time

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

[Chorus:

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

I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and
and I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and
It ain't my time, I the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be
and I'm a man, protected by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, them niggaz I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws 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 this will never stop

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

2X]

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