Luyện nghe bài hát Been A Long Time

Let me see 3's, put em up
This for all my lil' soldiers out 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 ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the
(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 blood
It's been a long time since a showed me love
but I'ma 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, with thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, 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 kinda cold, pops me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them 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 make it, out the ghetto, fuck the cause I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never

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, your own take care of your moms
By any stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me be like no busta
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really trust ya
Make a move 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 slang dope, in
Be like A.J., come a ride, what 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 life is on the beotch

2X]

It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga me love
C-Murder,
Projects the cold hearted streets of New
The ghetto, young niggaz, will age well
Streets got me crazy, I die I don't know
It's war crimes baby, over the world
Put in a situation, to, handle your business
Handle your own hold your own boy 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 niggaz out there
goin through I went through, there's a way out
So keep your high
and keep your low, ya heard me?
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