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

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

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

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

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

'em charlie!

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

Some '83

Controlled by my own rage, my was like whatever
I got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was screamin' on cats 4 years older
I take a and bill will regulate them like 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 that were rugid became
You could see how suddenly bitched up when they saw evil
-Growing up on Farragut even innocent
We wen't havin it somethin'me and my had enough some arrogance
Me and my peeps keeped it we had enough
One year we made a resolutuion to take from no one no matter what
The no matter who they were they get murdered
Alot of got fucked up over that shit and they all deserved it

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Some boardi shit raviolies

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

Back in the days, moved the projects at six
Got lost the first day I felt a rat in a maze
Even in public I hated kids that were squealin'
The hustle I posses now come from the foundation of drug dealing
Used to sit for waiting shit on the triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beat me plus little
In 5th grade punchin' teachers in the a derelict
On the I never clicked with a peaceful face
Rockin blue pumas copped from church ave
phaser designs dipped with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in from polo
To tower record cassettes when I got caught I wouldn't stop
Havin' cops pull loaded guns to my 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 machette ready for action

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

Kangoroos with patches... lee

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