Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Lost

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f/ Marilyn

Verse (SPM):

He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he
He school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to and chill
deep in his heart he knows that God is real
Mama still tries, to open his
'cause the way a man is the way a man dies
His doing twenty-five to life
'cause the of money cuts like a knife
Blinding lights, he know which way to go
His best friend just got two days ago
He writes his Dad the first letter that he ever
A little note, about how bad his was broke
Before the mail, could even his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood
wholesale just like his pop taught him
Rock bottom, a muthafuckin' cop him

(Marilyn Rylander):

We will....
you...
We will...
love for you...
A of life....
And now gone...
You a life....
In the of the Lost....

Second (SPM):

They met when was teenagers, around the tenth grade
She in love, and now he wants to get paid
He convinced her to at the buck naked
And everything she made he would take it
She got a I.D., and a club license
A second life, that she had to live in
At seventeen, she got the to finally leave him
That's when she met the
Circumstances that led to last
It was a cold murder, he sure that he really hurt her
dumb shit, but he had to take it further
She hit the canvas, now she at Frances
Six o' services, feel the nervousness
Of to look at death perfectless
I'm roaches burning the shit out my fingers

the words of the Church choir singers

Third (SPM):
Mexican gangbanger

A happy ditch digger
Set tripper, wig
Itchy finger quick to upon a rival
Vida loca, another for suicidal
Same of skin, but different color rags
Browns putting up in body bags
Every two or three is a different clique
got no love for themselves so they living sick
For centuries we been penitentaries
It's plain to see, we're our enemy
The smartest, most talented of the
Is all dead or doing time for a Tronza
Geniuses, all dying
they can't find a way to break free from this
Needless to say, the gangsta that I of
G-Love, is laying in a grave he dug