Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Jungle

I'm here to let the whole world I'm hard to control.
You conquer my soul.
Bossalinie, a legend.
With physical evidence of a world of curroption and greed.

It's like a jungle, sometimes it me wonder
How I keep from under, I keep from going under x2

Random deaths on the block, nigga packin glocks
Picture me a TRU nigga, visualizing dying quicker
Murder murder's in the of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence of a
Life's get faster then the egg leave the womb
me in danger cause I know I'm dying soon
Twenty five years incarceration if I it
Bring the yellow tape, can't overcome my bullet
Went to tryin to get paid, still on my rampage
Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, close shave
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper on a basis
Can't sleep with nightmares of dead
Fuck the man in the mirror, I trust him
Check his weapon, ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle
That's why I my head and leave him lonely
He phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his

x2

I take a deep breath as I blaze this mixed with hashes
And trippin how the Outlawz Tupac ashes
My Bad Azz laid it down
He me "C, real niggas goin always be around"
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost
And much love to the outlaws
Back choppin game with Sean Dogg and Snoop Dogg
And to my thugs in the grave, we miss
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't die for
I read the Bible, it said every death somethin
And TRU niggas make the world go
up the black history book and can't seem to put it down
Black gettin struck down at they peak
Open your eyes, that shit is weak
And em up if you a soldier, I told ya
We goin burn this down cause these holocaust days is over

x4

It's like a jungle out baby.
>From the streets to the motherfuckin top of the world.
ain't goin change boy.
You got the eye on you, even the eyes is worse for your life.
You need to maintain ya know what I'm so keep it real.
And to all my thugs in the grave we yall.
I a kiss.
I a toast to the niggas I miss the most.
My niggas, my real niggas, huh.
leaders, keep doin what your doin.
Nigga P, doin what your doin nigga.
And you me.
I'm a being a mouthpiece for the hood.
For the nigga.
I'm dead and gone.
Until then, I'm a smoke weed, get high, pour out liquor.
Huh, for the niggas, you know.
Keep it real cause uhh, I yall.
Huh, it's like a out chea nigga.
And ya know.
It's like a jungle.
Nigga, huh, it real, pack that steel.
Peace.