Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
Yeah I load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me homie make them
And keep that 24 alive
But if I I'm in need, I got's to ride
Carry a 9 for business, not just a side
Man it's the night-mare, up in the cut
I'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no what
The things seen'll make ya throw up
Flaunt flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
Where I'm from that's how ya up
Man it's that and 9 millimeter
bein stereo-typed daily
Ya got's to feel me, foo it's baby
Killas run everyday that's why I'm strapped
Ya it I got my own back-fade
Out into the 'lac and hit the of Sac
Them given me that
But you got fools that want a foe then
They wonderin why I'm me a 12 gauge pump
Man I no punk
The everyday thug that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, and loadin mili
And leaving em

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Deep down, there's a 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 homies got stealin
And foos say that 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 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 don't have hope
It's only been a month, since my last down partner got
And is deep, up in my city 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, I post up on the street
While I say to myself, for the
rest in peace

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[Brotha
They say that the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that
cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up
What that mean, I ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to help ride
I a low pro, drink the 4-0
And lounge until it's to go
Shinin up the
Rollin up the boogey-boo,
And hopin if I 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 right up in the tryin to hang on and
not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen
But then
I'm down for 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 caught up, up
The locc's, man we leave em layin

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