Luyện nghe bài hát Life In The Streets

Marky intro:
Ha, yeah. I know what you're all
That this is some old Jackson type of #!
but it ain't about
This if the real, the street trauma

Yo, I grew up in the streets of Boston, Massachusetts
Lived real ruthless, a kid, out to get a bid
Did #! that he never shoulda did
But he paid the price, lived real
Ruined his and lived by the knife
Had to the hard way
that some day you pay
So the hey, I say

Ital Joe:
Life in the ain't easy
All I see is and misery
I kneel and for the betrayed
Strength and to survive in the society

This is the life in the
And that's how we it

Mark:
Hard and mean at sixteen, like a beam, theme
Out for the green
Quick to kill, I gets ill, I ya blood spill
I cut ya for your goose-down coat
'cause statistic show that kids no dough
ain't got no chance, got to go
why life on the streets is like a trifular beat
It'll echo in ya head till you're on the concrete

Prince Joe:
Life in the is a mystery
know my friends from my enemies
Up to lot, be trouble
But I'll hold tight and I will give up the fight

(Chorus)

This one is to all the homeless people
to every youth growin' up on the streets
You know, we're living for a one day
that there'll be no more homeless in the world
in the streets is not easy