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 was hood. Shit was real
My was evil. He was killed already When he came here from isreal
us scared with 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 were too to each us better
I had thoughts on my of killing someone at nine;
I actually to do it lucky for homeboy he backed down at the time
I could've been dolo and still not flip and get
Alot of cats were truely bitch they a clique to survive
Me and Bill had a rep for Deceps up when they stepped
They deep like 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 we thought we were promised was dishonest careers
Beat down and robbed so many people I had bad for years

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

'em charlie!

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

'83 shit

Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was like
I got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on 4 years older
I take a lost and bill will regulate like a soldier
Forcing to stay out late after 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
Older thugs steal our football like boys in the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids that were became feeble
You could see how suddenly bitched up when they saw evil
-Growing up on Farragut when innocent
We wen't havin it somethin'me and my brother had some arrogance
Me and my keeped it gully we had enough
One we made 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 over that shit and all deserved it

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

Some chef shit raviolies

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

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

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

Kangoroos with patches... lee

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