Luyện nghe bài hát Life in The Metro

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1 - we to kill, nigga
We shootin' to kill,
Ain't no fuckin' warning
you come around here nigga
All the that I got, yo
Is I worked hard for
Life in the so cold

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[gangsta
I'm on some other shit
I'm on some crazy ass
I'm on some with me bitch
I'm on some get ass kicked
not the power of miss
The of secret politics
(the rumor's to an arena)
Between the old and new
I think ? ? don't move to ? ?
Society has the education of ?
up the escalator
Risin' to the top
Party on, stop
In the air, hot
Ya beware
What we believe is we share
To get rumblin' the bronx
Like the chinese was there
I'm fuckin' live that is ? believe
It's to be the truth
It's ? of hell, can ya feel boo nigga?
Who's fuckin' side you think y'all on when shit off?
Hypnotize minds down to a nigga ass off
With a sawed off
Project told you once
to ensure my victory
For my ho

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I'm in this world no one to turn to
I'm kinda thuggish
Thinkin' crooked, to come up
You see fuckin' world
And ? is the beat
So I kick it by my
This real g, to make my
Then all snitches be throwin' crosses
I'm takin'
'cause ? ? resurrect all this player hation
You see my nation is destruction
And my soul releasin' all anger for you nigga rolls
And it's so bad because I
Oh they done clickin' the quickness
Because system is makin' hard
How can I make a livin'
And my children
I'm deeply
With wealth, it be a better
It ain't our that our enemies bleed
When I'm smokin'
It me
? ? what I do to all you fake ass g's, so
Don't go rubbin', ? ? gonna me
Get right down
This has got me pacin'
And I take it

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I'm thinkin' misery, sufferin', and sorrow
I'm with drama
I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbers
You what's really real
fuckin' with g's like mack
Pop-pop from the
Curiousity the cat
Bust it, we for whatever
Whenever, nigga, think you clever?
My weapon gon' have you gaspin' for
Death and weather
It's and lightening
rain is pourin' on bloody bodies
I'm up on the scene
? ? ? up in a
I'm sorry, it's season
kaze and prophet posse
The days we lit 'em
It ain't no to get sloppy
strong, holdin' on
Competition can't it
To all my foes, I let you
I keep 9 in my pocket
I pop it, straight at ass if you ever try to apouse
The result all the ?
All was was dead souls
To my rappers out devouring, left them holding the bible
I sustain, in this
A for life, I'm out this thang, man

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