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

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

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

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'em charlie!

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Some '83

by my own rage, my attitude was like whatever
I never got up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 older
I take a lost and bill will regulate them a soldier
Forcing friends to stay out late 8 walking around the PJs
At night as a kid because mom had a date
Playing tackle football on icesome concrete. we did what we
thugs would steal our football like boys in the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids were rugid became feeble
You could see how they bitched up when they saw evil
-Growing up on Farragut when innocent
We wen't havin it and my brother had enough some arrogance
Me and my keeped it gully we had enough
One year we a resolutuion to take shit from no one no matter what
The circumstances no who they were they get murdered
Alot of people got fucked up that shit and they all deserved it

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chef boardi shit 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 like a rat in a maze
Even in public school I hated kids that squealin'
The hustle skills I posses now come from the of drug dealing
Used to sit for hours waiting on the triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beat me plus little
In 5th grade punchin' in the face a derelict
On the bleachers I never clicked a peaceful face
Rockin blue sway pumas copped church ave
Unica phaser designs dipped fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in from polo
To tower record cassettes even when I got caught I wouldn't
Havin' cops pull guns to my chest threating to kill me for no reason
the way we dressed was fresh
-Used to to get a reaction
When I whipped out a gun or a 24 inch machette for action

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Kangoroos patches... lee patches

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