Luyện nghe bài hát Life In The Streets

Marky intro:
Ha, yeah. I what you're all thinking
That is some old Janet Jackson type of #!
but it about that
This if the real, the street life

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

Prince Ital
Life in the streets easy
All I see is pain and
I and pray for the betrayed
and protection to survive in the society

This is the life in the
And how we live it

Marky
Hard and mean at sixteen, like a beam, theme
Out for the green
Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood
I cut ya throat for your goose-down
'cause statistic show that with 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 dead on the

Prince Joe:
in the streets is a mystery
Don't my friends from my enemies
Up to lot, be trouble
But I'll tight and I will never give up the fight

(Chorus)

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