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

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

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

My was hood. Shit was real
My father was evil. He was already When he came here from isreal
us scared with a stare untill it transformed
Into me. fear into my peers that's when the man formed
In the projects, we used to beef with each
Cause our 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 flip and get
Alot of cats were truely bitch they 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 who's on the
Might be an enemy have to blood drench on defence
Only thing we thought we promised was dishonest careers
Beat down and robbed so people I had bad karma for years

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'em charlie!

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'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 older
I take a and bill will regulate them like a soldier
Forcing friends to out late after 8 walking around the PJs
At night as a kid because mom 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', kids that were rugid feeble
You could see how suddenly bitched up when they saw evil
-Growing up on Farragut even 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 made a resolutuion to shit from no one no matter what
The circumstances no who they were they get murdered
Alot of people got fucked up over that and they all deserved it

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

chef 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 like a rat in a maze
Even in public I hated kids that were squealin'
The hustle skills I posses now come from the of drug dealing
Used to sit for waiting shit on the triple beam
I had cards made up for fiends to me plus little schemes
In 5th grade punchin' teachers in the a derelict
On the bleachers I clicked with a peaceful face
Rockin blue sway copped from church ave
Unica phaser designs dipped with fly kid
Boosted everything I put in from polo
To record 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 whipped out a gun or a 24 machette ready for action

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

Kangoroos with patches... lee

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