Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
Yeah I could a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me homie make them
And keep that 24 alive
But if I feel I'm in need, I to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a
Man the night-mare, creepin up in the cut
I'm dice games, barbeques, no matter what
The I've seen'll make ya throw up
Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your
I'm from that's how ya grow up
Man it's that wicked and 9
Carrier bein daily
Ya got's to feel me, foo it's baby
run around everyday that's why I'm strapped
Ya heard it I got my own
Out the 'lac and hit the city of Sac
Them given me that
But you got them fools that a foe then
wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump
Man I no punk
The average everyday thug that's how it
I'm defendin myself, and loadin mili
And em layin

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Deep down, there's a for hope

[Mr.
I guess it's hard to explain why I'm feelin how I'm
I guess I'm feelin sorrow cus my homies got some
And foos say that it's my fault I bet
See cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I can't my set
How could I know that them foos blast?
on, on my folks
It's funny how this bangin's got its different
I think about my and how they made it
Though I'm from the fact
They suffer from a bullet hole
And Mr. Doctor just don't have hope
It's only a month, since my last down partner got smoked
And is deep, up in my city foo
Since I'm on the underground team, I have no peace
My life is tore up so I I'm stuck
Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I'm it up
To get drunk, I post up on the street
I say to myself, for the block
Homie in peace

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[Brotha
say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that
Just cus the Hung is flag-up
What that mean, I can't
Why G's up in my face, I'm to help them ride
I keep a low pro, the 4-0
And lounge until it's to go
Shinin up the
Rollin up the boogey-boo,
And if I should die, before I'm high
they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I got them homies from the givin it up and
homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and
I'm right up in the middle to hang on and
Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin in the pen
But then
I'm down for the homies is ready to roll em up
You know, in a dark-blue cut
And as I'm creepin ya set
Trip, don't get caught up, up
The gardenblock locc's, man we em layin

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