Luyện nghe bài hát Savage Lifestyle [Explicit]

Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at this right here, this is a suburban type 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 tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
Matter of we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets, now eyes closed
How you call the angels when it's kings getting up?
And Gil in his office with his feet up
No way to police brutality
Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's
Mexicans hoppin' the borders in the
cholos, one button Pendletons, they stylin'
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn rows and Chucks with the red
Sun goin' so them Chevys 'bout to roll out
Fiends scratchin' themselves, out the dope house
Niggas tyin' bandanas, to put the drum on
Kids tryna make it 'fore street lights come on

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

So grab that gun, that clip
Grab torch, light that shit, grab that stick
Grab that brick, throw it. 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 and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and care
the national guards to disappear
We got guns too and we scared
So the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', patience
the government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, P. Newton
And why the whole city out here lootin'
How can we stand here and not do
All this smoke over the hood lookin' like low
Cars no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishin' that was at home
Asians frontin' like they business is owned
Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores
Runnin' in swap meets for they Jordans and they
Crowbars, bats, anythin' that break
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's ass
So it's bottle through the window
Kids was never smokin' endo
Fiends in doors, stealin' Nintendos
Niggas robbin' stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
burnin' but it's fucked up fun
National on the corner
They know the hood, they foreigners
We was at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds over the hood, they see us
Showin' the out, cleanin' the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' down the pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, lootin' what they homies in
Runnin' around with guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they stop us?
the last 50 years we accustomed to window shoppin'
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline and set this on (fire)

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

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

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

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