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 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

a trap, it's a trap
Why ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of souls
shot dead in the streets, now they 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 brutality
Sellin' cocaine, makin' a teacher's salary
Mexicans the borders in the thousands
cholos, one button Pendletons, they stylin'
Crips on the in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn rows and Chucks with the red
Sun goin' down so them Chevys to roll out
Fiends scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope
tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the drum on
Kids tryna make it 'fore street lights come on

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

So that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit, that stick
Grab brick, throw it. it's time to riot
If you don't see owned in the window, it's on fire
here, end up over there
The of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got too and we ain't scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his
gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck patience
Cause the corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the city out here lootin'
How can we here and not do shit?
All smoke over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, broke down
White people wishin' that was at home
Asians frontin' like they is black owned
Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for they and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's ass
So bottle rockets through the window
Kids that was never endo
kickin' in doors, stealin' Nintendos
Niggas robbin' stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
burnin' but it's fucked up fun
National guards on the
They know the hood, they foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' the hood, they see us
the fuck out, cleanin' the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' down the streets big screens and baskets
Starin' straight into the cameras, no ski
Just pandemonium, niggas what they homies in
Runnin' around with Scarface guns they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they stop us?
When the 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 whole watchin', Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, (fire)
1992, was you for the (fire?)

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

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

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