Luyện nghe bài hát Every Ghetto

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hear the sounds of baby's 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, and strain
What the fuck tomorrow bring
Look at anthrax, I stand back
Hopin' I make it tomorrow

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

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

Red stones, stones, red bones and black ones
Fuck did I with bucket seats in a lex
And time 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 life up for yours, see I love that

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

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

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

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