Luyện nghe bài hát Caught in da Game

In these streets, we from
We all in the game
Tryna pull our out of the drain
If you make it, you the one to blame

In this life we live
We only tryna
It's hard with the leading the blind
here stuck in the grind

They said I was crazy, nigga in the head
Who raised me? My was sick in the bed
How could you blame me? On the block that bread
couldn't change me, too hot, dippin' them feds

I a promise, not to go back to jail
Under my garments, gun tuck, packin' that
But regardless, this nigga is out of the field
Now my partners is only money, real

I got my mind made up, my ain't up
Until I'm in casket, my time ain't up
Tell you my lifestyle, I'll walk you through
First mix the Louie wit the blue

Now peep the hooptie, I'm followed by my
Hundred thou' in jewelry when the God through
I kept it thorough my ear to the streets
Now we cash money without the gold teeth

In streets, where we from
We all in the game
Tryna our life out of the drain
If you make it, you the one to blame

In life that we live
We tryna survive
hard with the blind leading the blind
Everybody stuck in the grind

I seen pain, felt pain and lived pain nigga
Half my life in streets down the drain
the game through the eyes of my father
Had to feel my way through the revolver

That goes to tell you he ain't show me
Mad at the world they ain't owe me nothin'
So I pressure, why not for more measure
And more cake, we hoods to whole states

For my real niggaz, dressed in greens is
Trapped in that cold with no bail
We ain't mean to nobody to get them dollars up
Half my niggaz goin' push ya flowers up

I'm fresh out the county, with no shoe
They thought they could stop us probation?
We live on the run and switch up locations
Play the future by the air until it's to face it

In these streets, where we
We all in the game
pull our life out of the drain
If you don't make it, you the one to

In life that we live
We tryna survive
It's with the blind leading the blind
here stuck in the grind

[Unverified], niggaz stay hungry for war
and raised by hustlers and whores
Born the struggle in this jungle, escape
While the White House got ten rooms with ten doors

I was born to for what's right, by the day and night
Prayin' for 'cause shit ain't tight in these streets
That's why I stay squeezin' my and strippin' life from mammals
A hungry young ready to gamble

For a way of livin so fuck sittin' in prison
every niggaz a [unverified] victimized by the system
Cops and cellblocks, why hell
Young thugs from Queens to
Slugs give shellshocks in streets where funeral bells knock

In these streets, where we
We all caught in the
Tryna our life out of the drain
If you don't it, you the one to blame

In this life we live
We only tryna
hard with the blind leading the blind
Everybody here in the grind