Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Related

Yeah, life like this
Gotta paint a when I write like this
Tales from my hood, not a sight like
they up to no good on a night like this
And they motherfuckers just cause
Type of I see and probably wonder what it was
I was in the crib, just on the rug
Basedheads coming through looking for the
Now, born and raised in my
Beautiful by day, by night its
Fuck around and bury ya
Ridin' with my on sight
Momma tell me to come in at
Now I really gotta go, but never know
Living life to the fullest, I got to
Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the
In the kitchen over there next to the baby the bib
God damn, what it feel like, of the night
Waking up, scared for my
had the heat, just a knife
When the gat go blat (GunShots) like
Guarantee you it's a wrap, finna put you on back
Like
Just breathe, while their mama
Bullet to the dome like an
Got to for the premises, to murder my nemesis
No, no, uh, uh
Just stop, stop,
'fore they even the cops
Do it for the money and the bitches and the drugs and the
Tell me why another body even got to
Get shot off top for some shit that was related

"Up first at five tonight, breaking news in
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It's all unfolding in the 400 block of West Park and 355
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Living life like this, hope little Bobby never fight like
Stab a with a knife like this
All about the money on a night like
Run up in the crib, put a bullet in rib
Got a lot to but I never had the chance
Never had the chance,
Stay strapped, but I hate it I take it out
If you want it lay it out
Hope my little brother it out
Every night what I pray
What I pray about, check it uh
Got a son on the way
But I cling to the streets even though I want to run
I imagine a life
Where I never had a in life
Hit you the- (Gunshots) -in the dead of night
Selling to my own pops
Pushing this on my own block
If I sell a I can buy a house
If they the key they might lock me up
But I take the cause I need that shit and don't give a fuck
Take the chance cause I that shit and don't give a fuck

Get or lay down
Hit you with the Beretta you better stay
shots on the playground
Living how I'm living with the that I'm given
Anybody that's riding with me, I'm riding them
Show me the and Imma hit em
The second I bit em I get em and hit em with the
Ain't no to pretend Imma never do it
I knew it, all ready through it
I do it for the street, for the fam, for the
that's gang related