Luyện nghe bài hát Caught in da Game

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 this life we live
We tryna survive
It's with the blind leading the blind
Everybody stuck in the grind

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

I made a promise, not to go to jail
Under my garments, gun tuck, that steel
But regardless, this here is out of the field
Now my is only money, that's real

I got my mind made up, my ain't up
I'm in that casket, my time ain't up
Tell you bout my lifestyle, I'll walk you
First mix the wit the Johnnie-Walker blue

Now peep the hooptie, I'm by my crew
Hundred in jewelry when the God come through
I kept it thorough with my ear to the
Now we gettin' cash money without the teeth

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

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

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

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

For my real niggaz, dressed in greens is
Trapped in that cold cell no bail
We mean to hurt nobody to get them dollars up
Half my goin' dead'll push ya flowers up

I'm fresh out the county, with no laces
They thought they could stop us with
We just live on the run and switch up
Play the by the air until it's time to face it

In these streets, we from
We all caught in the
Tryna pull our life out of the
If you don't make it, you the one to

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

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

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

For a better way of livin so fuck in prison
'Cause every niggaz a [unverified] by the system
Cops and cellblocks, why rots
Young from Queens to [unverified]
Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral knock

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

In life that we live
We only survive
It's hard with the leading the blind
Everybody stuck in the grind