Luyện nghe bài hát Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous

Everybody everywhere is scratching for they can get
Did you think in this town is any different?
They don't give a who gets killed
Just as long as the dice rollin' the hoes keep hoein'
And the money flowin'

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

I used to a partner in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shootin' shit up like Nitty
We robbed kids and split the dough
One day we stuck a dice on the Ave. and split the cash
Then I his ass and took his half
Because I'm all about and skins
you got dough, you don't need no motherfuckin' friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin' stuck,

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

I used to wait until it gets dark and tell a to strip
I wanna see some birthmarks like a ninja, dressed in
With a ski mask I take all the funds, then I run down the street
I this nigga named Eugene took his brand new ring
'Cause 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, you get smoked
Oh you're broke? Now you're dead broke" the Big L was cold

A top-notch crook snatchin' pocket books from old
I don't care, I'll do to get a buck
rob a Miller truck, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm
Once a brother done broke my house and I robbed him
Plenty and many I bust
'Cause I was the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous

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

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