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 they ain't tell us red and blue matter when you black?
Matter of we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets, now they closed
How you call the angels it's kings getting beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his up
No way to dodge police
Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's
Mexicans the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one Pendletons, they stylin'
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 'bout to out
scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope house
Niggas bandanas, 'bout 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 live is

So grab gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit, grab that
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 smell of gun in the air
And so we clear, this is pain and despair
We burn our own and we aware and don't care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't
So fuck the man, fuck the Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', patience
the government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the whole out here lootin'
How can we stand here and not do
All this smoke over the hood lookin' like low
Cars with no on fire, they broke down
White people wishin' that they was at
Asians like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores
in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, that break glass
They fucked King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle through the window
Kids that was smokin' endo
Fiends in doors, stealin' Nintendos
Niggas robbin' liquor stores with up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but fucked up fun
National on the corner
They don't know the hood, they
We was bustin' at the cops Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' the hood, they see us
Showin' the fuck out, the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
straight into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, lootin' what they homies in
Runnin' around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gon' us?
the last 50 years we accustomed to window shoppin'
So we takin' lighters to the tip of
Dip 'em in gasoline and set this on (fire)

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

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

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

Make me wanna
The way do my life
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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