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 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, it's a
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost
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 with his feet up
No way to police brutality
Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a salary
Mexicans hoppin' the in the thousands
Become cholos, one button Pendletons, stylin'
Crips on the in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn rows and 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 make it home 'fore 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 that gun, load clip
Grab that torch, light that shit, that stick
that brick, throw it. it's time to riot
If you see black owned in the window, it's on fire
Start here, end up there
The smell of gun in the air
And just so we clear, this is pain and
We burn our own shit and we aware and don't
the national guards to disappear
We got guns too and we scared
So the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we waitin', fuck patience
Cause the government corrupt, I can it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the city out here lootin'
How can we here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood lookin' low clouds
with no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishin' that they was at
Asians frontin' like business is black 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 Rodney King up and now it's ass
So bottle rockets through the window
Kids was never smokin' endo
Fiends kickin' in doors, stealin'
robbin' liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but it's up fun
guards on the corner
They don't know the hood, they
We was at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' the hood, they see us
Showin' the fuck out, cleanin' the out
Niggas mobbin' the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, lootin' what they homies in
Runnin' around with Scarface guns like was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the they gon' stop us?
When the last 50 we accustomed to window shoppin'
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
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 in my hand
When my mother me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Foot Locker up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald truck at
Police cars, drivin' by in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause a no-no
Runnin' through the malls, give us everything
The first time niggas have beef with the cholos
'92, lit the skyline, and why we loot?
To that forbidden truth cause Adam never ate the fruit
your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out sellin' chronic, we ain't have 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 they do my
This living, this ain't living
No-no baby, this living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no
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