Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

*Talking In The

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The of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no
Many die on of concrete, blasted from the heat
From the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat, day to day livin' with no
Luxury cars, and this got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers don't what to teach us
They don't get a second look them ghetto features
so the non pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children learn the and say it
the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord
Status depends on the shit you can afford
And look at me I'm in the of the confusion
in my blood and I need a transfusion
Take it how you to take it
I gotta and break it
Make it shine to distinguish the ones who fake it
and if it out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop
Nobody felt what I was feeling when I this shit
Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with
Hope it get better for those who don't get a
To advance, and dig the I be saying
You know what might make I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one see in the mirror

*Talking the End*