Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
Yeah I could a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me make them tapes
And keep 24 block alive
But if I I'm in need, I got's to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not a side
Man it's the night-mare, up in the cut
I'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter
The things I've make ya throw up
Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit dank
Where I'm from that's how ya up
Man that wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier bein stereo-typed
Ya to feel me, foo it's that baby
Killas run around that's why I'm strapped
Ya it I got my own back-fade
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 pump
Man I ain't no
The average thug that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, and loadin that
And em layin

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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 sorrow cus my 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 that them foos would blast?
Later on, on my
It's funny how this got its different strokes
I think my loccs and how they made it
Though I'm from the fact
gotta suffer from a bullet hole
And Mr. Doctor don't have hope locc
It's only been a month, 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 I'm stuck
Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I'm it up
To get drunk, then I up on the street
I say to myself, for the block
Homie rest in

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[Brotha
They say that ain't the way to that type 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 them ride
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 should die, before I'm
That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate
I got them homies 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 again
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, don't get up, shot up
The locc's, man we leave em layin

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