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

[Chorus:

It's been a long time since a showed me love
I'ma make it - 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 I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and
It my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them I'm checkin
15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a 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 a BITCH I'm boxed up
Hard got me trapped 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 means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be no busta
These don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you pay your own dues
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them nuttin but clues nigga
I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get
You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my
Cause life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch

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It's been a motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love
C-Murder,
Projects the hearted streets 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, over the world
Put in a situation, forced to, handle business
Handle your own hold 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 say to all the young niggaz out there
goin what I went through, there's a way out
So your head high
and your heat low, ya heard me?
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