Luyện nghe bài hát Savage Lifestyle [Explicit]

Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at this right here, is a suburban type Jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof with an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we've been seeing this all night

It's a trap, it's a
Why they ain't tell us red and don't matter when you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets, now eyes closed
How you call the angels it's kings getting beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his office his feet up
No way to dodge police
crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's salary
Mexicans hoppin' the in the thousands
Become cholos, one Pendletons, they stylin'
Crips on the corner in blue with they gold chains
sportin' corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun goin' so them Chevys 'bout to roll out
Fiends scratchin' themselves, out the dope house
Niggas tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the on
Kids tryna make it home street lights come on

The way we is savage
The way we live is
The way we live is
The way we live is

So grab gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, that shit, grab that stick
Grab brick, throw it. it's time to riot
If you don't see black in the window, it's on fire
Start here, end up there
The of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, this is pain and
We burn our own shit and we aware and care
Tell the national guards to
We got guns too and we scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck
the government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, P. Newton
And that's why the whole out here lootin'
How can we here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, broke down
people wishin' that they was at home
Asians frontin' like business is black owned
Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now they ass
So it's rockets through the window
Kids was never smokin' endo
kickin' in doors, stealin' Nintendos
Niggas robbin' liquor with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but it's up fun
National on the corner
They don't know the hood, they
We was bustin' at the cops Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds over the hood, they see us
the fuck out, cleanin' the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' down the streets pushin' big screens and
Starin' into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' they homies in
Runnin' around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck gon' stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to window
So we takin' to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline and set motherfucker on (fire)

The world watchin', Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, (fire)
1992, was you for the (fire?)

Standin' on the with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah that
Foot Locker chained up, cutters cut that
Niggas Crip where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by niggas in mo
If you white don't stop at the light, that's a no-no
Runnin' through the malls, us everything polo
The first time ain't have beef with the cholos
'92, lit the skyline, and why we loot?
To capture that forbidden truth Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, badge, and them high beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we have no Jimmy Iovines
burnin', you gon' need more than Visine
We makin' a better than anyone that I've seen
be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make sure that remember that (fire)

The whole watchin', Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, (fire)
1992, was you for the (fire?)

Make me wanna
The way do my life
Make me wanna
The way they do my
ain't living, this ain't living
No-no baby, this ain't
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no
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