Luyện nghe bài hát Reflection of Children Coming Up in the Grave

Reflection of children (echo)...coming up in the (echo)

of children (echo)...coming up in the grave (echo)

My childhood was hood. Shit was
My father was evil. He was killed already When he here from isreal
Leaving us scared a stare untill it transformed
Into me. Puttin fear into my peers that's when the man
In the projects, we used to with each other
Cause our fuckin parents too ignorant to each us better
I had thoughts on my mind of someone at nine;
I actually went to do it lucky for homeboy he backed at the time
I could've been dolo and not flip and get live
of cats were truely bitch they needed a clique to survive
Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Deceps up when stepped
They crept deep like roaches and would you if you slipped
Peepin around the buildingsto see who's on the bench
Might be an enemy have to blood drench on defence
Only thing we thought we were was dishonest careers
Beat down and robbed so many people I had bad for years

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'em charlie!

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'83 shit

Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was whatever
I got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 older
I take a lost and will regulate them like a soldier
Forcing friends to out late after 8 walking around the PJs
At night as a kid mom dukes had a date
Playing football on icesome concrete. we did what we could
Older thugs would steal our football like in the Hood
When I started thuggin', that were rugid became feeble
You could see how they suddenly bitched up when they saw
up on Farragut even when innocent
We havin it somethin'me and my brother had enough some arrogance
Me and my keeped it gully we had enough
One year we made a resolutuion to take shit no one no matter what
The no matter who they were they get murdered
Alot of people got up over that shit and they all deserved it

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Some chef boardi raviolies

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Uh!...sick and drama everyday
WHAT!!!?

Back in the days, moved into the at six
Got lost the first day I felt like a rat in a
Even in school I hated kids that were squealin'
The hustle skills I posses now from the foundation of drug dealing
Used to sit for hours waiting shit on the beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beat me little schemes
In 5th grade punchin' teachers in the a derelict
On the bleachers I never clicked with a face
Rockin blue sway pumas copped from ave
Unica phaser designs with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in shops polo
To tower record cassettes even I got caught I wouldn't stop
Havin' cops pull loaded to my chest threating to kill me for no reason
the way we dressed was fresh
-Used to to get a reaction
I whipped out a gun or a 24 inch machette ready for action

Reflection of children (echo)... up in the grave (echo)

Kangoroos with patches... lee

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