Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Lost

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f/ Rylander

First (SPM):

He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was he learned
He school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and
'cause deep in his heart he that God is real
Mama still tries, to his eyes
'cause the way a man lives is the way a man
His father's doing twenty-five to
the love of money cuts like a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't which way to go
His best friend just got two days ago
He writes his Dad the first that he ever wrote
A little note, about how bad his was broke
Before the mail, could even reach his jail
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood
selling wholesale like his pop taught him
bottom, a muthafuckin' cop shot 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 they was teenagers, around the tenth grade
She fell in love, and now he wants to get
He convinced her to work at the naked
And everything she made dancing he would it
She got a fake I.D., and a club
A second life, that she had to live in
At seventeen, she got the to finally leave him
That's she met the demon
Circumstances led to last dances
It was a cold murder, he made sure that he really her
Over dumb shit, but he had to it further
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint
Six o' clock services, the nervousness
Of to look at death perfectless
I'm smoking roaches burning the out my fingers

Remembering the of the Church choir singers

Third (SPM):
Another Mexican

A trigger happy digger
Set tripper, wig
Itchy finger quick to blast upon a
Vida loca, another word for
Same color of skin, but color rags
Browns putting browns up in bags
two or three streets is a different clique
They got no for themselves so they living sick
For centuries we filling penitentaries
It's plain to see, our worst enemy
The smartest, most talented of the
Is all dead or time for a fuckin' Tronza
Geniuses, all dying
'cause they can't find a way to break from this
Needless to say, the gangsta I speak of
G-Love, is laying in a that he dug