Luyện nghe bài hát Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous

Everybody is scratching for what 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 flowin'

My name is L, and I'm from a of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot
On 139 and Ave. there's a big park
And if soft, don't go through it when it gets 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 wild and foul is the lifestyle I choose to live
to me it's all about a buck

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

My moms told me to get a job, fuck that aiyo, picture me a job
Takin' from 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 other shit yo, I admit, I'm a a low down
Dirty, sneaky, double-crossin' motherfucka
Breakin' in cribs a chrome bar
I 'Poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'O-R'

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

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

Word all of us from 139
That's the lifestyle of the poor 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, Herb
E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Dice
I can't forget the 1-4-0 Lennox Ave,
And I say rest in peace to mate the skate dog
And my man Kerry,

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