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

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Peace don't me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the
How the fuck do you
That I can say peace and the will cease?
Every cop killer ignored
just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd be a friend of me
Since I'm young, consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job
To serve, protect, and break a neck
Cause I'm the one the trunk of funk
And 'Fuck tha Police' in the deck
You listen to me cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not
are tales from the darkside

You wanna Africa, I stare at yuh
Cause we got it too good 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 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 home and cut the of my shotgun
It's critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, drive slow
I yelled out Cube sucker'
The kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I you last album
When I got a off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die
But to the light side it matter none
It'll be a by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the dark

Standing in the of war
In the middle we
we die, we won't make Jet
+Ebony+ see to the light side
The they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm 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
the color of the one on my face
As they wonder whats under my
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