Luyện nghe bài hát Endangered Species (Tales from the Darkside)

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Peace make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin'
large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the
How the do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots cease?
cop killer goes ignored
They send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white
If I was old, they'd probably be a of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the
They ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas
Cause I'm the one with the of funk
And 'Fuck tha Police' in the deck
You should listen to me cause there's to see
Call my neighborhood a cause it houses minorities
The color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales the darkside

You wanna Africa, I stare at yuh
Cause we ain't got it too in America
I can't with them overseas
My homeboy over a key of cocaine
It was plain and
The 9mm went "pop" to the
"pop pop pop" was the I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard
Looked in the trash can yo it had
So I my ass in it for a minute
Covered trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' the payback
Tonight the crew have a little fun
I went home and cut the of my shotgun
It's critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, real slow
I yelled out 'Ice sucker'
The shot-gun kicked, and it motherfuckers
I told you last
When I got a off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die
But to the light it don't matter none
It'll be a by homicide
But to me its just another tale the dark side

in the middle of war
In the middle we
When we die, we make Jet
can't see to the light side
The term they to us is a nigga
it what you want, cause I'm comin' from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes a Ph.D.
Who's black, wanna role, sells his soul
Watch his go rollin'
Who the are they foolin'?
Nobody knows, but I the color of my clothes
Matches the of the one on my face
As they wonder under my waist
Standin' on the verge of gettin' brown
That's a got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, ass off, they can not hide