Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

*Talking In The

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

*Talking the End*