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 was hood. Shit was real
My father was evil. He was killed already When he came from isreal
Leaving us scared with a stare it transformed
Into me. Puttin into my peers that's when the man formed
In the projects, we used to beef with each
our fuckin parents were too ignorant to each 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 and get live
Alot of were truely bitch they needed a clique to survive
Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Deceps up they stepped
They crept deep roaches and would catch you if you slipped
Peepin around the project buildingsto see on the bench
Might be an you'll have to blood drench on defence
Only thing we we were promised was dishonest careers
Beat and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years

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

'em charlie!

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

'83 shit

Controlled by my own rage, my was like whatever
I got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER!
I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 years
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 tackle football on icesome concrete. we did what we
Older thugs would steal our football boys in the Hood
When I started thuggin', kids that were rugid became
You could see how they suddenly bitched up when saw evil
-Growing up on Farragut even when
We wen't havin it somethin'me and my brother had some arrogance
Me and my keeped it gully we had enough
One year we made a resolutuion to take shit from no one no matter
The circumstances no matter who they were get murdered
Alot of people got fucked up that shit and they all deserved it

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

Some boardi 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 I hated kids that were squealin'
The hustle skills I posses now from the foundation of drug dealing
to sit for hours waiting shit on the triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to beat me plus little
In 5th punchin' teachers in the face a derelict
On the bleachers I never clicked with a face
blue sway pumas copped from church ave
Unica phaser designs with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in shops from
To tower record cassettes when I got caught I wouldn't stop
Havin' pull loaded guns to my chest threating to kill me for no reason
the way we dressed was fresh
-Used to love to get a
When I out a gun or a 24 inch machette ready for action

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

with patches... lee patches

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