Luyện nghe bài hát Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word all of us Harlem 139
That's livin' the lifestyle of the and dangerous
You know 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 Dice
I can't forget the 1-4-0 Lennox Ave,
And I gotta say rest in peace to mate the dog
And my man Kerry,

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