Luyện nghe bài hát Been A Long Time

Let me see 3's, put em up
This for all my soldiers out there stuck in the world
or put in a (situation) where they 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 a long time since a nigga showed me love
I'ma make it - if I have to spill a nigga blood
It's been a long time since a showed me love
but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a blood

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
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, two shots and lived
It my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be
and I'm a grown man, by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from niggaz I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, shots
meetings on the block a young nigga at the top
and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm
doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit never stop

Two years I'm up like a BITCH 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 take of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga trip
They're dead, ya heard me nigga me don't be like no busta
These don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya
Make a move you choose, you gotta pay your own dues
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues
I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in
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
real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch

2X]

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