Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsters Paradise Remix

Dear mama, I'm caught up in sickness
I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and a witness
if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
Should I shoot his bitch, or make the rich?
Don't wanna commit murder, but they got me trapped
Hawkin I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in shit to win it
Cause a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it
Got no for cops, who trip and try to catch me
Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers me
gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
Whip out the nine, now I'ma and pump your ass
Peter picked a pepper, but I can a punk
him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
The punk I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice
Before I take your life, first with these, mics
I listen to him scream, Tray Deee insane
I guess the little, mites had finally found his
New Rovers me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
It's trouble on my mind, I'm the old timers
And fuck five-oh, blaow.

Dear mama, sentenced me to death
my final day, I'm countin every breath
I'm bitter I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen
I know you never dreamed, your would be dead at 16
I got beef with a sick that doesn't give a shit
And they too quick to say to me
They tell me the preacher's for me
He's a crook with a book, motherfucker never cared for me
only here to be sure
I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes commitin
on the poor, and how can these judge me?
They my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me
I never got to be a man, must be part of some big
to keep a nigga in the pen
And to my homies out buryin
Steer of these Aryan motherfuckers
Cause they got you locked up
got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up
I'm convinced is the way
Please, stay strapped, a gat every day
I wish I woulda known I was out there
Now I'm straight for the chair.

mama, these cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, I came from a broken family
My uncle to touch me, I never told you that
Scared what you might do, I couldn't you back
I kept it inside, I done let it fuel my anger
I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a
The in my cell, is 16 as well
hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell
I let him catch me
of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
And my cellmate's raped on the
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin
They me an animal
sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
And how it is in the pen
Turn old and cold, and soul is your best friend
My mama for me
Tell the Lord to way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
Cause when come for me they find a struggler
To the death I take the breath your jugular
The trick is to lose hope
I found my buddy hangin from a rope.