Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

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

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[Mr.
I guess it's hard to explain why I'm how I'm feelin
I guess I'm sorrow cus my homies got some stealin
And foos would say that it's my I bet
See cus I strapped yo, but I can't fuck my set
How could I that them foos would blast?
on, on my folks
It's funny how this got its different strokes
I about my loccs and how they made it
I'm stressin from the fact
They gotta suffer from a bullet
And Mr. Doctor just have hope locc
It's only 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 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
They say ain't the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm up the strap, smokin on that blunt
Just cus the Brotha Hung is
What that mean, I ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to help them
I a low pro, drink the 4-0
And lounge it's time to go
Shinin up the
up the boogey-boo, indo
And hopin if I should die, I'm high
That they 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 that and
I'm right up in the middle tryin to on and
Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin 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 caught up, up
The locc's, man we leave em layin

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