Luyện nghe bài hát Blood in, Blood out

me and my closest dog,
came up at an early age on the corner 'cane,
bangin and everythang,
we mutherfuckin gangstas,
to the right,
blood in, out brothas, and we swore that was for life,
servin them keys of weed, and be clockin G's a week,
we got you need, just a come and see me,
or my nug bout to show this city up, show love,
or catch that bug that nine millimeter slug,
i broke bread with nigga, i bust lead with this nigga,
heard he fucking the feds,
can't it, not my nigga,
me for the cash, was he movin too fast,
talkin behind my to them damn hood rats,
i'm going crazy, that a bitch,
you try and get bitched and closest Rodey
turns a snitch,
smilin and laughin in your fucking face,
went behind fuckin back, hookin you with a fuckin case,
going and i don't know what to think,
paranoid out my as i take another drink
of hennessy, motherfuckin cognac,
got me for my nine,
to peel this niggas cap,
so i out the house
and i for the corner,
i seen that nigga, up on him,
bitch a goner,
up itchy to his temple, why'd you try to fuck me Rodey,
cryin seeing me,
nigga this no New Jack City,
and my name ain't no Nino Brown,
a tear rolled my cheek, then i blew his brains on the ground,
sirens all around, all in my face,
dick boys on the case, so i headed the gate,
freeze,
please,
thats i told them punk ass cops,
all of a sudden i a shot,
believe i just got popped,
didn't drop, turned around, grabbed my nine, i pulled it,
started yelling just like fates, i took your fuckin bullet,
turned cold, and got dark,
i feel nothan but the beatin of my heart

in blood out
i thought that we was
can't he crossed me
got to him off G
am i my brother's
i thought that was for
its gonna be a murder this gots ta die