Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
I could load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me homie them tapes
And keep that 24 alive
But if I feel I'm in need, I to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not a side
Man the night-mare, creepin up in the cut
I'm hittin games, barbeques, no matter what
The things seen'll make ya throw up
Flaunt your flag, your gats, hit your dank
Where I'm from that's how ya up
Man it's that and 9 millimeter
Carrier stereo-typed daily
Ya got's to feel me, foo that baby
Killas run everyday that's why I'm strapped
Ya it I got my own back-fade
Out into the and hit the city of Sac
Them given me that
But you got them that want a foe then
They wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge
Man I ain't no
The everyday thug that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, and loadin mili
And em layin

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[Mr.
I guess it's hard to explain why I'm feelin how I'm
I guess I'm feelin cus my homies got some stealin
And foos would say that my fault I bet
See cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I can't my set
How I know that them foos would blast?
Later on, on my
It's funny how this got its different strokes
I about my loccs and how they made it
Though I'm stressin the fact
gotta suffer from a bullet hole
And Mr. Doctor just don't have locc
It's been a month, since my last down partner got smoked
And is deep, up in my city foo
I'm on the underground team, I can't have no peace
My life is tore up so I guess I'm
Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I'm it up
To get drunk, then I post up on the
While I say to myself, for the
Homie rest in

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[Brotha
They say that ain't the way to handle that funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that
Just cus the Brotha is flag-up
What that mean, I ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to help them
I a low pro, drink the 4-0
And until it's time to go
Shinin up the
up the boogey-boo, indo
And hopin if I should die, before I'm
That bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I got them homies from the givin it up and
Them homies the east-side slangin that stuff and
I'm right up in the tryin to hang on and
Tryin not to end up them niggas doin time in the pen
But then
I'm down for when the is ready to roll em up
You know, stick in a cut
And as I'm through ya set
Trip, don't get up, shot up
The gardenblock locc's, man we em layin

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