Luyện nghe bài hát Every Ghetto

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

evil 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, drama, I'll have ta kill ya
animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in water

Ishmael, Moses and Gob, moved a order
Shit is plastic material, no life
I crash and leave it no matter the price
As long as I survive, the five

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

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

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 brotha breathin'
to see another mornin'

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

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

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

Fallin' deep into the of the game
This is for the state of mind
In fatal times, vesh crimes
Nickel plated nine and niggas the dime

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

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

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

But since I tasted it started losin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they poor
How I tease them 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 spendin' in chuckie cheese with little des
Got guns when I'm my daughter

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

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

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

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

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