Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
Yeah I load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me make them tapes
And that 24 block alive
But if I feel I'm in need, I to ride
Carry a 9 for business, not just a side
Man the night-mare, creepin up in the cut
I'm hittin games, barbeques, no matter what
The things I've make ya throw up
Flaunt flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
I'm from that's how ya grow up
Man it's wicked and 9 millimeter
bein stereo-typed daily
Ya got's to feel me, foo that baby
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm
Ya heard it I got my own
Out into the 'lac and hit the of Sac
Them homies me that
But you got fools that want a foe then
They wonderin why I'm me a 12 gauge pump
Man I ain't no
The average everyday thug that's how it
I'm defendin myself, and 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 I'm feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealin
And foos say that it's my fault I bet
See cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I fuck my set
How could I know that foos would blast?
Later on, on my
It's funny how this bangin's got its strokes
I think about my loccs and how they it
Though I'm stressin from the
They gotta suffer a bullet hole
And Mr. Doctor just have hope locc
only been 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 can't 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, I post up on the street
I say to myself, for the block
Homie rest in

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[Brotha
They say that the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, on that blunt
Just cus the Hung is flag-up
that mean, I can't ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to help them
I keep a low pro, 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
they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I got them homies the south-side givin it up and
Them homies from the east-side slangin that and
I'm right up in the middle tryin to on and
Tryin not to end up like them doin time in the pen
But again
I'm down for when the homies is 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 leave em

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