Luyện nghe bài hát Life In The Streets

Marky Mark
Ha, yeah. I know what all thinking
That this is some old Janet Jackson of #!
but it about that
if the real, the street life trauma

Yo, I grew up rough in the of Boston, Massachusetts
Lived real ruthless, a kid, out to get a bid
Did some #! that he shoulda did
But he the price, lived real strife
Ruined his life and by the knife
Had to learn the way
that some day you pay
So the hey, I say

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

is the life in the streets
And how we live it

Mark:
Hard and mean at sixteen, livin' like a beam,
Out scheming for the
Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood
I cut ya throat for goose-down coat
'cause statistic show that kids no dough
got no chance, got nowhere to go
That's why life on the streets is a trifular beat
It'll echo in ya head till you're on the concrete

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

(Chorus)

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