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

[Chorus:

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

I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin and dimes
and I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on
I my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I'm
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young 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 will never

Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm up
Hard times got me nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your
By any stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me serve me don't be like no busta
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay own dues
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, ain't nuttin but clues nigga
I'ma to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., take 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 is on the street beotch

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It's been a long motherfuckin time since a showed me love
C-Murder,
Projects the hearted streets of New Orleans
The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age
Streets got me crazy, will I die I know
It's war crimes baby, over the world
Put in a situation, forced to, your business
Handle 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 it's up to man upstairs
So I just say to all the young niggaz out
goin what I went through, there's a way out
So keep your high
and keep your low, ya heard me?
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