Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Season

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Get the vests; get the
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Word up, grab your
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head get out there god
Blast nigga hard

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Yo, it's burning
thugs is guiltly of high treason
Many of bleeding
Some getting sent to the for no reason
On the niggas kill without a license, in scarsville
It's all for real cause is real
Don't sleep on the cat he's packing steel

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Ayo nigga I'm on the rules
Wasted in my hand, a hundred grand
Injure pretender in the black land
Heard he be the man
Selling major jums (? ) by the son
He the one sporting crazy tunes (? ) lace 'em with tongue
So here's the
Get the I got the doo-wop
him for two blocks
And pop him if he do
Scat better snap his nap back for that black
Pass the stacks to fat cat and find out the crack's at
out make sure you keep your phone out
So I can your shit quick
Get his whip stripped and take my own
For
be for hasty
Many jakes who me
But never have the to embrace me
A fool's game where all the change
I never move the
But who's to
My nigga buddha came the ruger aim
screamed stop the violence
So this nigga had the silencer spitting black at any challenger
Yo, it was a ghetto vietnam I tried to and harm
Me and har my nigga caught about three in the arm
But one traveled to his
I him and embraced him
Had to see how bad this had laced him
Yo, bleeding started pleading for his life
Take care my and my wife
Make sure she's feeding him
True indeed black I got your
I it down on the real
May you rest in son
I see you on the

Yo, I made a to a dark alley
Where I bumped heads crackhead fred and his bitch named sally
She had a low lab for me to go to
I could relax and count stacks like I'm supposed to
Keep my on the hush hush
I had to provide some heroin high, grooves, and five bags of dust
I didn't wet up or let it slide because I was
If homicide got me they watch me die
Fuck that, I'm all out
No half
My last weapon is cocked to that ass jetting
I lay low for like five or so
Put troopers on the block round the clock to make me dough
Yo out of sight and out of be my motto
I myself I'm gonna make it to see tomorrow