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 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 been seeing this all night

It's a trap, a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter 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 beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his up
No way to dodge brutality
Sellin' crack cocaine, a teacher's salary
Mexicans the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one button Pendletons, they
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue they gold chains
Bloods sportin' rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun goin' down so them Chevys to roll out
Fiends scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope
Niggas tyin' bandanas, to put the drum on
Kids tryna make it home street lights come on

The way we live is
The way we is savage
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 that brick, throw it. it's to riot
If you don't see black in the window, it's on fire
Start here, end up over
The smell of gun in the air
And just so we clear, this is and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't
So fuck the man, fuck the Bush and his legislation
gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck patience
Cause the government corrupt, I can it
Martin, Malcolm, P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here
How can we here and not do shit?
All this over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, broke down
White people wishin' they was at home
Asians frontin' like they business is owned
Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for they Jordans and they
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
They fucked King up and now it's they ass
So bottle rockets through the window
Kids that was never smokin'
Fiends kickin' in doors, stealin'
Niggas liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but fucked up fun
guards on the corner
They know the hood, they foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops before Chris
Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, see us
Showin' the out, cleanin' the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' down the streets big screens and baskets
Starin' straight into the cameras, no ski
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' they homies in
around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck gon' stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to shoppin'
So we takin' to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in and set this motherfucker on (fire)

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

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

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

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