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 left school, now it's finally his
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 father's doing twenty-five to
'cause the of money cuts like a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't know way to go
His best friend got killed two days ago
He writes his Dad the first letter that he ever
A little note, about how bad his heart was
Before the mail, even reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a hotel
selling 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, the tenth grade
She fell in love, and now he wants to get
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, she had to live in silence
At seventeen, she got the strength to finally him
That's she met the demon
that led to last dances
It was a cold murder, he made sure that he 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 having to look at death
I'm smoking roaches burning the out my fingers

Remembering the of the Church choir singers

Third (SPM):
Another gangbanger

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