Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

[DJ Spin One up]
"I know you hate to the drama" x3
"the all we know"
"I know you to hear the drama"
"the all we know"

One]
Jise was a scapegoat with tear hype
Snipe life on the street poles
jailstripes born spic with temples of dynamite
Strolling turnpikes troopers will take your
died a week ago, stealing some rice
It's trife without a wife and kids
He landed on skid road a bid
with on his bib, manslauthered his wiz
He did the pride away,
slid to legit
He dreams with mits, losing a steady grip
Without the wits in shit
Within the of sleaze hell, spit fits
of split his own wig
Lava leaking from top lid, of grey coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the
moves
He broke grid, shifty biz the greenback
Making a mends, with pocket
He smoke sin, robbing ladies and
He rather it on corners with sauna
sources of
Patriot of the of N.Y.
he never it
by the crossfires of gimmick
He lost his image, LSD marking the
never finish, forget it down in the village
with of tray size
Selling to vintage niggas with
missing the prize
He sizing up the shorty with expertise
Within his there's no ease, don't ask why
She's cuty tease, cheese hag sittin on
case, with all types of insecurities
Get knees and get these the D's
and mom dukes discuss the where abouts of man
Who ran it contraband
with dreams of summerjam (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out concept (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out concept!

2x:]
Street equals hard times plus
hard crimes divided by
Prison multiplied by wasted
Swallowed by the Earth before you could even it

[DJ Spin One
"I've seen the raised brothers"
"killed too of us"
"killed too of us"