Luyện nghe bài hát Blood in, Blood out

me and my closest dog,
came up at an early age on the servin 'cane,
bangin and everythang,
we mutherfuckin gangstas,
to the right,
blood in, blood out brothas, and we swore was for life,
servin them 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 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 with the feds,
believe it, not my nigga,
sellin me for the cash, was he too fast,
talkin behind my to them damn hood rats,
i'm going crazy, that a bitch,
you try and get bitched and your closest
into a snitch,
just smilin and in your fucking face,
went behind your fuckin back, hookin you a fuckin case,
going insane and i don't what to think,
paranoid out my mind as i take drink
of hennessy, motherfuckin cognac,
got me for my nine,
bout to this niggas cap,
so i out the house
and i for the corner,
i that nigga, creeped 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 mutherfuckin Brown,
a tear rolled down my cheek, then i blew his on the ground,
sirens all around, all in my face,
dick 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,
believe i just got popped,
didn't drop, turned around, grabbed my nine, then i it,
started yelling just like fates, bitch i took your bullet,
turned cold, and got dark,
i couldn't feel nothan but the beatin of my

blood in out
i thought we was family
can't believe he me
got to him off G
am i my keeper
i thought was for life
its gonna be a murder this gots ta die