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

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Peace make me laugh!
All I hear is rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the
I'm a nigga, gotta by the trigger
How the fuck do you
That I can say peace and the gunshots will
Every cop goes ignored
They send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could a fuck about us
They rather catch us guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a of me
I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and a niggas neck
Cause I'm the one the trunk of funk
And 'Fuck tha in the tape deck
You should to me cause there's more to see
my neighborhood a ghetto cause it houses minorities
The other don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the

You free Africa, I stare at yuh
we ain't got it too good in America
I fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died a key of cocaine
It was plain and
The 9mm "pop" to the temple
"pop pop pop" was the sound I put the bitch
And ran to the schoolyard
Looked in the trash can yo it had
So I ducked my ass in it for a
Covered with trash I had to lay
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the
Tonight the crew gonna have a fun
I went and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, drive real
I yelled out Cube sucker'
The shot-gun kicked, and it motherfuckers
I told you last
When I got a off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, niggas die young
But to the light side it matter none
be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the dark

in the middle of war
In the we flex
we die, we won't make Jet
+Ebony+ can't see to the side
The term they apply to us is a
Call it what you want, cause I'm comin' the coroner
my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's black, don't role, sells his soul
his head go rollin'
Who the fuck are foolin'?
knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the of the one on my face
As they wonder whats under my
Standin' on the verge of them brown
a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, can not hide