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 left school, now finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he he needs to stop and chill
deep in his heart he knows that God is real
Mama still tries, to open his
the way a man lives is the way a man dies
His father's doing twenty-five to
'cause the of money cuts like a knife
lights, he doesn't know which way to go
His best friend just got two days ago
He writes his Dad the first letter that he wrote
A little note, how bad his heart was broke
Before the mail, could reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a hotel
wholesale just like his pop taught him
Rock bottom, a 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 they was teenagers, around the grade
She fell in love, and now he wants to get
He her to work at the buck naked
And everything she made he would take it
She got a fake I.D., and a license
A life, that she had to live in silence
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
Over dumb shit, but he had to take it
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint
Six o' clock services, the nervousness
Of to look at death perfectless
I'm smoking burning the shit out my fingers

Remembering the words of the Church choir

Third (SPM):
Another gangbanger

A trigger ditch digger
Set tripper, wig
Itchy finger to blast upon a rival
Vida loca, another word for
Same color of skin, but different color
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 worst
The smartest, talented of the raza
Is all or doing time for a fuckin' Tronza
Geniuses, all meaningless
'cause they can't find a way to free from this
to say, the gangsta that I speak of
G-Love, is laying in a that he dug