Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
Yeah I could a 9 up everyday, but why
My told me homie make them tapes
And that 24 block alive
But if I I'm in need, I got's to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a
Man it's the night-mare, up in the cut
I'm hittin games, barbeques, no matter what
The I've seen'll make ya throw up
your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
Where I'm from that's how ya up
Man it's that wicked and 9
Carrier bein stereo-typed
Ya got's to me, foo it's that baby
run around everyday that's why I'm strapped
Ya heard it I got my own
Out into the and hit the city of Sac
Them homies me that
But you got them fools that a foe then
wonderin 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 that mili
And leaving em

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Deep down, there's a for hope

[Mr.
I guess it's hard to why I'm feelin 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 wasn't strapped yo, but I can't my set
How could I that them foos would blast?
on, on my folks
It's funny how this bangin's got its different
I think about my loccs and how made it
Though I'm stressin from the
They gotta suffer from a 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 up so I guess 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
say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, on that blunt
cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up
What that mean, I can't
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to them ride
I keep a low pro, the 4-0
And until it's time to go
up the forty-fo
Rollin up the boogey-boo,
And hopin if I should die, I'm high
That they me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I got them homies the south-side givin it up and
Them homies from the east-side that stuff and
I'm right up in the tryin to hang on and
Tryin not to end up them niggas doin time in the pen
But then
I'm down for the homies is ready to roll em up
You know, stick in a cut
And as I'm creepin ya set
Trip, don't get up, shot up
The gardenblock locc's, man we em layin

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