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

C-Murder]

It's been a long time since a nigga me love
I'ma it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood
It's been a long time since a nigga 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 will I lose my mind, or am I my time?
I'm bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
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 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 niggaz I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin
Holdin on the block a young nigga at the top
and I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit never stop

Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm up
Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's nigga don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me be like no busta
streets 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 ain't but clues nigga
menace to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is you get nigga
You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my
Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street

2X]

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