Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
Yeah I load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me homie make tapes
And that 24 block alive
But if I feel I'm in need, I got's to
a 9 for straight business, not just a side
Man it's the night-mare, up in the cut
I'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no what
The I've seen'll make ya throw up
Flaunt your flag, your gats, hit your dank
Where I'm that's how ya grow up
Man it's wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier bein stereo-typed
Ya to feel me, foo it's that baby
Killas run everyday that's why I'm strapped
Ya heard it I got my own
Out the 'lac and hit the city of Sac
Them homies given me
But you got them fools that want a foe
They why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump
Man I ain't no
The average everyday thug how it sounds
I'm myself, and loadin that 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 cus my homies got some stealin
And would say that it's my fault I bet
See cus I wasn't yo, but I can't fuck my set
How could I know that them foos would
Later on, on my
It's funny how this bangin's got its different
I think about my loccs and how made it
Though I'm stressin the fact
They gotta suffer from a hole
And Mr. Doctor just have hope locc
It's only been a month, my last down partner got smoked
And rivals is deep, up in my 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 type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on blunt
Just cus the Brotha is flag-up
What 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 until it's to go
up the forty-fo
Rollin up the boogey-boo,
And hopin if I die, before I'm high
That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate
I got homies from the south-side givin it up and
Them homies from the east-side slangin that and
I'm right up in the middle to hang on and
Tryin not to end up them niggas doin time in the pen
But then
I'm for when 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 up, shot up
The gardenblock locc's, man we em layin

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