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

a trap, it's a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of souls
Kids dead in the streets, now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it's getting beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his office his feet up
No way to dodge brutality
Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's
Mexicans hoppin' the in the thousands
Become cholos, one button Pendletons, stylin'
Crips on the corner in blue with 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 house
Niggas tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the on
Kids tryna make it 'fore street lights come on

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

So grab that gun, load that
that torch, light that shit, grab that stick
Grab that brick, it. it's time to riot
If you don't see black owned in the window, it's on
Start here, end up over
The smell of gun in the air
And so we clear, this is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got guns too and we scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we waitin', fuck 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 lookin' low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they broke
White people wishin' that they was at
Asians frontin' like business is black owned
Far from stupid, we comin' in the trippin'
Runnin' in meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' that glass
They Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So bottle rockets through the window
Kids was never smokin' endo
Fiends kickin' in doors, Nintendos
Niggas liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but fucked up fun
National on the corner
don't know the hood, they foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops before Dorner
Ghetto flyin' over the hood, they see us
Showin' the out, cleanin' the trucks out
Niggas down the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' straight into the cameras, no ski
Just pandemonium, niggas what they homies in
Runnin' around with Scarface 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 takin' lighters to the tip of
Dip 'em in and set this 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 brick in my
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah that
Foot Locker chained up, cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald truck at
Police cars, drivin' by niggas in mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a
Runnin' through the malls, give us everything
The first niggas ain't have beef with the cholos
'92, lit the skyline, and why we loot?
To capture forbidden truth cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' need 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 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, ain't living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no
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