Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

*Talking In The

Uh
The streets of my be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never no pity
Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from the
From under the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make meat
Trying to eat, day to day livin' no religion
Luxury cars, and this got my full attention
School teachers and the don't know what to teach us
don't get a second look without them ghetto features
Created so the non rated
Pornographic caught children learn the words and say it
Save the monsters, but don't nobody the lord
Status depends on the baddest shit you can
And at me I'm in the middle of the confusion
Crime in my and I need a transfusion
it how you want to take it
I gotta twist and it
Make it shine to distinguish from the who fake it
and if it comes out raw, and
Money's foldable, a hip-hop quoteable
Nobody what I was feeling when I wrote this shit
this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this
Hope it get better for who don't get a chance
To advance, and dig the shit I be
You know what might make I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers the one they see in the mirror

*Talking the End*