Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
Yeah I load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's me homie make them tapes
And that 24 block alive
But if I I'm in need, I got's to ride
Carry a 9 for business, not just a side
Man the night-mare, creepin up in the cut
I'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter
The things I've make ya throw up
Flaunt your flag, your gats, hit your dank
Where I'm from that's how ya up
Man it's wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier bein daily
Ya got's to feel me, foo that baby
Killas run around that's why I'm strapped
Ya it I got my own back-fade
Out into the 'lac and hit the of Sac
Them homies me that
But you got fools that want a foe then
wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump
Man I no punk
The average everyday that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, and loadin mili
And em layin

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Deep down, a place for hope

[Mr.
I guess it's hard to why I'm feelin how I'm feelin
I guess I'm feelin sorrow cus my got some stealin
And foos say that it's my fault I bet
See cus I strapped yo, but I can't fuck my set
How could I know that them foos blast?
on, on my folks
It's funny how bangin's got its different strokes
I think about my and how they made it
I'm stressin from the fact
They gotta suffer a bullet hole
And Mr. just don't have hope locc
only 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
I say to myself, for the block
Homie in peace

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

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