Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
Yeah I could a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me homie make them
And keep 24 block alive
But if I feel I'm in need, I to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a
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, shoot your gats, hit your
Where I'm from that's how ya up
Man that wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier stereo-typed daily
Ya to feel me, foo it's that baby
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm
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 why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump
Man I ain't no
The everyday thug that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, and that mili
And em layin

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Deep down, there's a for hope

[Mr.
I it's hard 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 that my fault I bet
See cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I can't my set
How could I that them foos would blast?
Later on, on my
It's funny how this bangin's got its strokes
I about my loccs and how they made it
I'm stressin from the fact
They gotta from a bullet hole
And Mr. Doctor just don't hope locc
It's only been a month, since my last down partner got
And is deep, up in my city foo
Since I'm on the underground team, I can't have no
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 in peace

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[Brotha
say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm up the strap, smokin on that blunt
Just cus the Hung is flag-up
What that mean, I ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm to help them ride
I keep a low pro, the 4-0
And lounge it's time to go
Shinin up the
up the boogey-boo, indo
And hopin if I should die, before I'm
That they bury me in 50 pounds of thai
I got homies from the south-side givin it up and
Them from the east-side slangin that stuff 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 again
I'm down for when the homies is ready to em up
You know, in a dark-blue cut
And as I'm creepin ya set
Trip, don't get up, shot up
The locc's, man we leave em layin

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