Luyện nghe bài hát Land of the Lost

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f/ Rylander

First (SPM):

He was the son of a dope man, he saw was what he learned
He school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he he needs to stop and chill
'cause deep in his heart he that God is real
Mama 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 cuts a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't know way to go
His best just got killed two days ago
He writes his Dad the first letter that he wrote
A little note, about how bad his was broke
Before the mail, could even his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood
selling wholesale just his pop taught him
Rock bottom, a 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 when they was teenagers, around the grade
She fell in love, and now he to get paid
He convinced her to work at the naked
And everything she made he would take 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 when she met the
Circumstances led to last dances
It was a cold murder, he made sure that he really her
Over dumb shit, but he had to take it
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint
Six o' services, feel the nervousness
Of to look at death perfectless
I'm roaches burning the shit out my fingers

Remembering the words of the Church singers

Third (SPM):
Another gangbanger

A happy ditch digger
Set tripper, wig
Itchy finger quick to upon a rival
loca, another word for suicidal
Same color of skin, but color rags
Browns browns up in body bags
Every two or three streets is a clique
They got no love for themselves so they living
For we been filling penitentaries
plain to see, we're our worst enemy
The smartest, most talented of the
Is all dead or time for a fuckin' Tronza
Geniuses, all meaningless
'cause can't 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