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, a trap
Why ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
of fact 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 with his feet up
No way to dodge police
Sellin' crack cocaine, a teacher's salary
Mexicans hoppin' the borders in the
Become cholos, one button Pendletons, they
on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn and Chucks with the red strings
Sun goin' down so them Chevys 'bout to out
scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope house
Niggas tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the on
Kids tryna it home '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 gun, load that clip
Grab torch, light that shit, grab that stick
Grab that brick, throw it. time to riot
If you don't see black owned in the window, it's on
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 ain't
So the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', patience
Cause the government corrupt, I can it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And why the whole city out here lootin'
How can we stand and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, broke down
White people wishin' they was at home
Asians frontin' like business is black owned
Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores
Runnin' in swap meets for they and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' that break
fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So bottle 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 fucked up fun
National guards on the
They don't know the hood, they
We was at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, see us
Showin' the fuck out, cleanin' the out
Niggas mobbin' down the streets big screens and baskets
straight into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas what they homies in
Runnin' with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the they gon' stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to shoppin'
So we takin' to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline and set this on (fire)

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

Standin' on the with a brick in my hand
my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Foot Locker chained up, wire cutters cut
Niggas walkin' where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a
Runnin' through the malls, give us everything
The first time niggas ain't have beef with the
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture that forbidden cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, badge, and them high beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' 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 that y'all remember (fire)

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

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