Luyện nghe bài hát Jfk 2 Lax

Yo
Yo
whassup g?
That trip to l.a., may be
Why I'm on my way to the airport now
well your boy guru got knocked
!
I don't know this is about, sounds crazy man
Somethin a gun

"the calls keith elam to the stand.
Please the bench."

Yo they got me handcuffed, I'm in central booking
are fucked up, the way my future's looking
But I'm too fly, i'ma change scenario
Make some moves and tighten up my bankroll
are leary though, they see me as a threat
I'm like the black dutch when you get me upset
5-0 makes me wanna flip, davis style
Got a nigga depressed, while awaitin trial
It's ok though, from grey skies comes blue
darkness comes light and I be known as the guru
And this I we all should be alerted by
The within the system, our youth is gettin murdered by
The D.A. they got me on a felony
I'm tryin to live my life, so what the is you tellin me?
The streets are war, that's what brothers carry for
And I take the as I did before
The next you know, they got me on the radio
A rapper arrested, suckers showin me on
Of course I know, that I'm a model
But yo this rap life is life sometimes it's full throttle
Right now I gotta about me fuck the industry
You gets no love, except those who me
What's the story, what happened when I to L.A.?
Mixin shit up, no not there I got
Nothin happened, mind business yo step
You we connect, jfk 2 lax

Chorus:

They wanna lock us all up, and throw the key
Don't wanna see us come up, wanna see us makin g's
Long as we know this is the key to our
make moves no discussion

Peace to my man hass, and man payin the cost
All the twenty-five to lifers all my gettin tossed
the system, supposed to rehabilitate
It's why you regulate your own mindstate
Read, study lessons and build inner power
The next level, tolerate cowards
For example, I know this rich
american that's proud to be an african
He asked me why do all us brothers be trapped
I told him I'd it broke it down in a rap
Whether you got naps, braids waves or no
Without esteem for yourself nigga, you goin
And you can swagger like you rude as wales
Unorganized revolt almost always fails
up the savage ways, be effective soldiers
To elevate the is to be poor no more
There's war in the streets, prepared men best
Our rhyme is as as it gets, jfk 2 lax
They're always makin trouble yo, against the
Killin us in cold blood, those those vipers
And as I sit feelin the pain in my
I vow to myself i'ma change this shit
Or at least I gotta try, or part of me die
And only by will any ideas solidify
So I inhale, as I ponder
This man will make mistakes no longer
I've been there, seen how they make us fall victim
To their tricknowledgy, with no apology I em
And so I rip facts to tracks I caress
You're gonna about it, from jfk 2 lax

*plane