Luyện nghe bài hát Eyes On Your Enemies

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And the lady America was finally
And divided 3 quarters
Her children who was fit fell,
Battlin', golden',
Friends of terror and bloodshed
was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper
And
For his rap was by everyone
And this time when had no meaning
Family and who survived destroyed one another
Decided to the
Love, peace, and
Soldiers, ashes to survival
P
To open up a path to
For some,

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The took the straps off my nigga legs
The Virgin Mary when my homie bleed
Too fuckin' thieves and enemies
The vultures pecked the for the green cheese
I his soul leave his clothes left him cold
On these streets, anything
He was on the
It 'em ten to do him in
The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back
He was Polo'd down with the socks
I mean stuffed like a turkey a half a key of cooked rocks
The came and took him
I saw the tears from my baby eyes over look him
As I walk the shadow's of death
Where no rapper or no man can spare no
The kingdom of is all they said
Why the shackle and
My life slaid
the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride
Bite the apple of (uggggHH)
Every will cry

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Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your
Put your life in your own hands, or your life end

Now to say if it's the beginning or ending
Start to
Losin' or
I'm trapped in a world of sin
Who's to say your is worth more than mine
Should I give my to the President so he can live and I can die?
Now my whole life I was
The judge is god
But why do I (we) live by these man laws
Ten commandments they say do not or kill
But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for
Heaven, leadin' up to the
Everything I do in my days is leading to my death
And even though I see
I believe a god
But I hate when your best friend to your enemy
When times is

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As the sand poured
I see of life
Time started ticking the end of my life
Blind fo' his eyes when he at god
no man or your life destroyed
He many prophets and poured to the kingdom
Big and small ones
Good and mean ones
As the angel came the ghetto hell
words of the piece 'cause they didn't know no better
So they to the pitch-forks of the fire
Do g's go to or just young niggas retire
Crosses burned they souls was scarred
Hoping for second chance but ain't
'cause it's yo' final

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