Luyện nghe bài hát For Da Brothaz

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I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a short scene
Fiendin to make his come true, but see, money was caught mean
runnin wild and livin life type of foul, that was my shorty's style
But down in heart he was still only a child
He was nice at ball, if he had height, y'all
Mighta been 'NBA Today', instead I his life fall
Blowin up the spots and poppin them tec
Collectin street props, splittin tops, didn't stop, so men dropped
Started committin murder murder
Blasted the last nigga that tried to riff so fast he flipped him a burger
Slipped and the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty was younger
And type of street violence today happens too often
It hit me as hell to see my dog up in the coffin
droppin a rose when the casket is closed
Hey yo, that's the name of the game out on the street, that's how it
say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,
bout whose draw is quicker
So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm
Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn New York legend

(Tap the of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and out for one another

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Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's gone
So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the on
Me and way back in childhood when we was wild hoods
Runnin the neighborhood and up to no good
hangin hard out there on the boulevard in stolen cars
Then put bars sellin drugs and pullin yards
Then my crimey got up for cookin the rock up
bouncin uptown to stuck up, my nigga straight blew the block up
Yeah, the blue and whites was on sight with flashlights
On the double a life, that's when he seen his last nights
Out on the runnin from the heat
got locked up from (Happy New Year!)
All the way down to (New Eve!)
The two of in a wardrobe of clothes
Got back on crackin, I let him whip the macks and go lookin for
And then sad story is headed for me
i found out another soldier died in the territory
So in memory of my dog I write a
Straight melodies travel from my mind to your spirit
Hear it I get biz for K-Von, I'm pledgin
Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens

(Tap the of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one 3X

(Tap the of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it on the street