Luyện nghe bài hát Every Ghetto

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Blessings in to the children
say life is like 5 days
Words of a old man with silver hair in his chair
His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies me

Said evil bitches and jealous men try to destroy me
It occurred to me, this old words couldn't be realer
I'm on top now, drama, I'll have ta kill ya
'Cause animals and sweetness, smell blood in water

Ishmael, Moses and Gob, moved a divine
Shit is plastic material, havin' no
I crash whips and it no matter the price
As long as I survive, coppin' the

the block where the beef's at
And in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we life
tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell

Dead is dead,
And your soul is god
mind keeps lurkin' to earth
Watchin' your own murder

For ever struggle, every strip, and every
For every nigga toned in the pain and metal
For every child born
And every nigga
And for every brotha
Live to see mornin'

For struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
For nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal
For every child that's
And every nigga
And for brotha breathin'
to see another mornin'

It's blitz the streets glory many die for me
Got knocked refused 3 to 9's, to trial for me
Basically I'm reality loaded with vast stories
Of lust, greed, and no street is exempt

clip shots hoods barricaded for 6 blocks
I sip shots, em hustlers pitch rocks
All you paintin' pictures of my
Illustrate the city in

Fallin' into the pits of the game
is for the sickest state of mind
In fatal times, vesh crimes
Nickel plated and niggas from the dime

Hear the sounds of them cry
Still I'm sayin' why do we
In the with a million ways to die
high to relieve the pain

Breathin' in the game,
Guilts and the shame, misery and
What the fuck will tomorrow
at anthrax, I stand back through
Hopin' I make it tomorrow

My skin is a art gallery,
With of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with offenders

But since I tasted paper it started the friendships
Watchin' kids in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with benz's and no remorse
past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'

Red stones, stones, red bones and black ones
Fuck did I expect with bucket in a lex
And spendin' time in chuckie cheese with des
Got guns when I'm my daughter

Hate to a violent aura in her presence
She knows daddy taught her, it's lessons
princess it's a ugly world
I put my up for yours, see I love that girl

Could you believe even my jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my hates my own bones
My hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my come from the father

I'm lonely...
me, it's gettin' darker

For ever struggle, every strip, and every
For every nigga in the pain and heavy metal
For child that's born
And nigga gone
And for every brotha
Live to see another

For ever struggle, every strip, and every
For every nigga toned in the and heavy metal
For child that's born
And nigga gone
And for brotha breathin'
to see another mornin'