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 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 hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter
The things seen'll make ya throw up
Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your
Where I'm from how ya grow up
Man it's that wicked and 9
Carrier stereo-typed daily
Ya got's to feel me, foo it's that
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm
Ya heard it I got my own
Out the 'lac and hit the city of Sac
Them given me that
But you got fools that want a foe then
They wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge
Man I no punk
The average everyday thug that's how it
I'm myself, and loadin that mili
And leaving em

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Deep down, a place for hope

[Mr.
I guess it's to explain why I'm feelin how I'm feelin
I guess I'm feelin cus my homies got some stealin
And foos would say 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 would blast?
on, on my folks
It's funny how bangin's got its different strokes
I think about my loccs and how they it
Though I'm stressin the fact
They gotta suffer a bullet hole
And Mr. Doctor just have hope locc
It's only been a month, since my down partner got smoked
And is deep, up in my city foo
Since I'm on the team, I can't have no peace
My is tore up so I guess I'm stuck
Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I'm it up
To get drunk, I post up on the street
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 type
But now I'm up the strap, smokin on that blunt
Just cus the Brotha Hung is
What that mean, I can't
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to 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 if I should die, before I'm high
That bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I got them from the south-side givin it up and
Them homies from the east-side slangin stuff and
I'm up in the middle 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 homies is to roll em up
You know, stick in a 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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