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 Storm and we've been seeing this all night

It's a trap, a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost
shot dead in the streets, now they eyes closed
How you call the angels it's kings getting beat 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 in the thousands
Become cholos, one Pendletons, they stylin'
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they 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 it home 'fore 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 that gun, load that
Grab that torch, light that shit, grab that
that 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 smell of gun in the air
And so we clear, this is pain and despair
We our own shit and we aware and don't care
Tell the national guards to
We got guns too and we scared
So fuck the man, the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we waitin', fuck patience
the government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the whole city out lootin'
How can we stand here and not do
All this over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they broke
White people that they was at home
Asians frontin' like they business is owned
Far from stupid, we comin' in the trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for they Jordans and Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' that break
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's ass
So it's bottle rockets through the
Kids was never smokin' endo
Fiends kickin' in doors, 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, foreigners
We was bustin' at the before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, see us
Showin' the fuck out, cleanin' the out
Niggas mobbin' the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' straight into the cameras, no ski
pandemonium, niggas lootin' what they homies in
Runnin' 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 window
So we takin' lighters to the tip of
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 corner with a in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck
Locker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walkin' where Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by in slow mo
If you don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
Runnin' through the malls, us everything polo
The first time ain't have beef with the cholos
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture that forbidden truth cause never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, badge, and them high beams
We out sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy Iovines
burnin', you gon' need more than Visine
We makin' a movie better than that I've seen
be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make sure that remember that (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
Make me wanna
The way do my life
This ain't living, this living
No-no baby, this ain't
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no
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