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 bloody while describin' what lies before me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fallin' deep into the pits of the
This is for the sickest state of
In fatal times, vesh crimes
Nickel plated nine and from the dime

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

in the game, exhalin'
Guilts and the shame, and strain
What the fuck tomorrow bring
Look at anthrax, I stand back
I make it through tomorrow

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

But since I paper it started losin the friendships
kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, colors clashin'

Red stones, blue stones, red and black ones
did I expect with bucket seats in a lex
And spendin' in chuckie cheese with little des
Got guns when I'm with my

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

Could you even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the
my songs come from the father

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

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

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