Luyện nghe bài hát Presha

This goes out to all my brothers and sisters
Hold ya head, things ain't always what they

I'm to give you a dose of reality
deal

The Damaja

Nowaways, are played and superstars are made

Still mothers in the ghetto, dont get payed
As a result, bullets are sprayed and their are laid
It's no myth, in life, if you don't fight you fade
Surviving in the streets, not a for ordinary men
Growing up in the hood, young and supahuman
Caught up in the game of and cops run your block

Intercourse with witches and hunted by
For props, boos-hoot pop, another drops
He barely his pops,
now his seed will barely know his pops
Tunnel vision a cyclops

I give you x-ray vision with these eyedrops
My niggas in the ghetto, give it you got
'cause until we reach the top, stop and won't stop

Chorus 2X:

Can you
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Hand
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{Jeru The
Journalists write articles 'cause they write rhymes
Ever since I was a youth I dealt in
Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to what's left
There's a fork in the road, life or death
There's too stress, too many bullets for your vest
Temptress, ya best, exotic strains of syphillis
The rest, rest in the Earth, only the progress
It's you who I see commercial success
Warning, this shit is real, is not a test

And what I worth more than a Lexus
Serve it baby food, still hard to digest
Long ass is mental slaves, I gotta protest

Chorus 2X

{Jeru The
Baby in the crib, and dad got no for food
So he do he got to do
Keep it real, I playa hate ya

God my nature,
at this time to stabilize the structure
We should all live wise kings,

now praise to the gutter
The blazed double X, like a box cutter
Brothers should be teaching, not one another
Word, to the mother land, the other man
Lord of the jungle, and Tarzan was a black man
Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco
And since there's no niggas in the ghetto, here I am

Chorus 4X

(you got to deal of hand over)

Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Headquarters...