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

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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 fear into my peers when the man formed
In the projects, we used to with each other
Cause our parents were too ignorant to each us better
I had thoughts on my mind of killing someone at
I actually to do it lucky for homeboy he backed down at the time
I could've been dolo and not flip and get live
Alot of cats were truely bitch they needed a clique to
Me and Bill had a rep for fucking Deceps up when stepped
crept deep like roaches and would catch you if you slipped
Peepin around the project see who's on the bench
Might be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on
thing we thought we were promised was dishonest careers
Beat down and robbed so many I had bad karma for years

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'em charlie!

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

'83 shit

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

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Some chef shit raviolies

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

Back in the days, into the projects at six
Got lost the day I felt like a rat in a maze
in public school I hated kids that were squealin'
The hustle skills I posses now come from the foundation of dealing
to sit for hours 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 face a
On the bleachers I never clicked with a face
Rockin blue pumas copped from church ave
Unica phaser designs with fly birds kid
Boosted everything I put in shops from
To record cassettes even when I got caught I wouldn't stop
cops pull loaded guns to my chest threating to kill me for no reason
Cause the way we was fresh
-Used to love to get a
When I whipped out a gun or a 24 inch machette ready for

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Kangoroos patches... lee patches

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