Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

*Talking In The

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

*Talking the End*