Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Lost

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f/ Marilyn

First (SPM):

He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he
He left school, now finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he to stop and chill
'cause deep in his he knows that God is real
still tries, to open his eyes
'cause the way a man lives is the way a man
His father's twenty-five to life
'cause the love of money cuts like a
lights, he doesn't know which way to go
His best friend just got killed two ago
He writes his Dad the first letter that he wrote
A little note, how bad his heart was broke
Before the mail, even reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a hotel
selling wholesale just like his pop him
Rock bottom, a muthafuckin' cop him

(Marilyn Rylander):

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

Second (SPM):

They met when they was teenagers, around the tenth
She in love, and now he wants to get paid
He convinced her to work at the buck
And everything she dancing he would take it
She got a fake I.D., and a club
A second life, she had to live in silence
At seventeen, she got the strength to leave him
That's when she met the
Circumstances that led to last
It was a cold murder, he made sure that he hurt her
Over shit, but he had to take it further
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint
Six o' clock services, the nervousness
Of having to look at perfectless
I'm smoking roaches burning the shit out my

Remembering the of the Church choir singers

Third (SPM):
Another Mexican

A trigger happy digger
Set tripper, wig
Itchy finger quick to blast a rival
Vida loca, word for suicidal
Same color of skin, but different rags
Browns putting up in body bags
Every two or three streets is a different
They got no love for themselves so they living
For we been filling penitentaries
It's plain to see, we're our worst
The smartest, talented of the raza
Is all dead or time for a fuckin' Tronza
Geniuses, all meaningless
'cause they can't a way to break free from this
Needless to say, the that I speak of
G-Love, is in a grave that he dug