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?
don't give a damn who gets killed
Just as as the dice 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 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
at nighttime niggas try to tax they're sneakier than alley cats
That's why I carry gats yo, I'm a fugitive
Buck and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live
Because to me it's all a buck

I used to have a in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shootin' shit up like Frank
We robbed kids and split the 50-50
One day we stuck a dice game on the Ave. and the cash
I murdered his ass and took his half
Because I'm all about and skins
When you got dough, you don't need no motherfuckin'
If I catch you on a night, black, you're gettin' 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 make ends meet makin' about 120 dollars a week?
Man, I rather do another hit I clean clothes, mean hoes
And all that shit yo, I admit, I'm a sucker a low down
Dirty, sneaky, canivin' motherfucka
Breakin' in cribs a chrome bar
I wasn't 'Poor', I was po', I couldn't 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 mask I take all the funds, 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 ride saw this nigga named Clyde
And snuck up on him from the blind side, I him
"Give up the dough, before you get
Oh you're broke? Now you're broke" the Big L was cold crazy

A top-notch snatchin' pocket books from old ladies
I don't care, do anything to get a buck
Even rob a Miller truck, I don't give a fuck
say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim
Once a brother done into my house 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 lifestyle of the and dangerous
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, Herb
E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich
I can't forget the Lennox Ave, troop
And I gotta say in peace to mate the skate dog
And my man Kerry,

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