Luyện nghe bài hát Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous

Everybody everywhere is scratching for they can get
Did you think anybody in this is any different?
They give a damn who gets killed
Just as long as the keep rollin' the hoes keep hoein'
And the money keeps

My name is L, and I'm from a of town where clowns
Get beat and all you hear is gunshot sounds
On 139 and Lennox Ave. there's a big
And if you're soft, don't go through it when it dark
'Cause at niggas try to tax they're sneakier than alley cats
why I carry gats yo, I'm a motherfuckin' fugitive
Buck wild and foul is the lifestyle I choose to live
Because to me it's all a buck

I used to have a partner in crime by the name of
We stormed the city, shootin' shit up like Nitty
We robbed kids and split the 50-50
One day we stuck a game on the Ave. and split the cash
Then I murdered his ass and his half
I'm all about ends and skins
When you got dough, you don't need no friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, you're stuck, Jack

My moms told me to get a job, that aiyo, picture me gettin' a job
Takin' orders Bob, sellin' corn on the cob
Yo, how the hell I'ma ends meet makin' about 120 dollars a week?
Man, I rather do another hit I want clean clothes, hoes
And all other shit yo, I admit, I'm a sucker a low down
Dirty, sneaky, double-crossin' canivin'
Breakin' in cribs with a bar
I 'Poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'O-R'

I to wait until it gets dark and tell a nigga to strip
I see some birthmarks like a ninja, dressed in black
With a ski mask I take all the funds, then I run down the street
I vicked nigga named Eugene took his brand new ring
stickin' ups a everyday routine
Once I was crusin' in a beat-up ride saw this nigga Clyde
And snuck up on him from the side, I told him
"Give up the dough, before you get
Oh broke? Now you're dead broke" the Big L was cold crazy

A top-notch snatchin' pocket books from old ladies
I care, I'll do anything to get a buck
Even rob a Miller truck, I don't give a fuck
Some say I'm ruthless, say I'm grim
Once a brother done broke into my and I robbed him
and many brains I bust
'Cause I was livin' the of the poor and dangerous

all of us from Harlem 139
That's livin' the of the poor and dangerous
You know I'm sayin'? This goes out to my brothers
Big Lee and Don Ice, Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone
Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, McGruff
E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Dice
I can't forget the 1-4-0 Ave, troop
And I gotta say rest in peace to mate the dog
And my man Kerry,

Now what kinda is that for a child?
Now what life is that for a child?
Now what kinda life is that for a
Now what kinda life is for a fuckin' child?
Word to mother, all that stupid shit
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