Luyện nghe bài hát Blood in, Blood out

me and my roll dog,
up at an early age on the corner servin 'cane,
gang and everythang,
we some gangstas,
to the right,
blood in, blood out brothas, and we that was for life,
them keys of weed, and be clockin them G's a week,
we got whatever you need, a come and see me,
or my mutherfuckin nug bout to show this up, show love,
or catch that bug from that nine slug,
i broke bread with this nigga, i bust lead 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 back to them hood rats,
i'm going crazy, that a bitch,
you try and get bitched and your Rodey
turns a snitch,
just smilin and laughin in fucking face,
went behind your fuckin back, hookin you a fuckin case,
going insane and i know what to think,
paranoid out my mind as i another drink
of hennessy, motherfuckin cognac,
got me for my nine,
bout to peel niggas cap,
so i walked out the
and i for the corner,
i seen nigga, creeped up on him,
bitch a goner,
up that to his temple, why'd you try to fuck me Rodey,
cryin seeing me,
nigga this no New Jack City,
and my ain't no mutherfuckin Nino Brown,
a rolled down my cheek, then i blew his brains on the ground,
sirens all around, all in my face,
boys on the case, so i headed towards the gate,
freeze,
please,
thats what i them punk ass cops,
all of a i heard a shot,
couldn't i just got popped,
didn't drop, turned around, grabbed my nine, then i it,
started yelling just like fates, i took your fuckin bullet,
turned cold, and got dark,
i couldn't nothan but the beatin of my heart

in blood out
i that we was family
believe he crossed me
got to him off G
am i my brother's
i thought was for life
its gonna be a this nigga gots ta die