Luyện nghe bài hát Life In The Streets

Marky Mark
Ha, yeah. I what you're all thinking
That this is some old Jackson type of #!
but it ain't that
This if the real, the life trauma

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

Prince Ital
Life in the streets ain't
All I see is and misery
I kneel and pray for the
Strength and protection to survive in the

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

Marky
Hard and mean at sixteen, livin' 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 show that kids with no dough
got no chance, got nowhere to go
That's why on the streets is like a trifular beat
It'll echo in ya head till dead on the concrete

Ital Joe:
Life in the streets is a
Don't know my friends from my
Up to lot, could be
But I'll hold tight and I will never give up the

(Chorus)

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