Luyện nghe bài hát Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous

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

My name is L, and I'm a part of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is 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 nighttime niggas try to tax they're sneakier than alley
That's why I carry yo, I'm a motherfuckin' fugitive
Buck and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live
to me it's all about a buck

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

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

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

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

all of us from Harlem 139
That's livin' the lifestyle of the and dangerous
You know what I'm sayin'? This out to my brothers
Big Lee and Don Ice, Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Tone
Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, McGruff
E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich
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 is that for a child?
Now what life is that for a child?
Now kinda life is that for a child?
Now what kinda life is for a fuckin' child?
Word to mother, all that stupid shit
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