Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Lost

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f/ Rylander

Verse (SPM):

He was the son of a man, what he saw was what he learned
He school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to and chill
'cause deep in his heart he knows that God is
still tries, to open his eyes
'cause the way a man is the way a man dies
His doing twenty-five to life
'cause the love of money like a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't which way to go
His best friend just got killed two ago
He writes his Dad the first that he ever wrote
A little note, about how bad his heart was
Before the mail, even reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood
selling just like his pop taught him
bottom, a muthafuckin' cop shot 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....

Verse (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 she made dancing he would take it
She got a fake I.D., and a license
A second life, that she had to live in
At seventeen, she got the strength to finally him
when she met the demon
Circumstances that led to last
It was a cold murder, he sure that he really hurt 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 having to at death perfectless
I'm smoking roaches burning the shit out my

Remembering the words of the choir singers

Third (SPM):
Mexican gangbanger

A trigger ditch digger
Set tripper, wig
Itchy finger quick to upon a rival
loca, another word for suicidal
Same of skin, but different color rags
Browns putting browns up in body
Every two or three is a different clique
They got no love for themselves so living sick
For we been filling penitentaries
It's to see, we're our worst enemy
The smartest, most talented of the
Is all or doing time for a fuckin' Tronza
Geniuses, all dying
'cause they find a way to break free from this
Needless to say, the that I speak of
G-Love, is laying in a grave he dug