Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

We like those rhymes...
Just make sure don't corrupt our minds...
These kill and thief...
A lot of times only make believe...

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Once upon a time, not ago
A got shot, and no one knows
Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his
And the prayers and the street parade
got forgot, and now he's dead
And all the fans loved everything he
So understand this, you wanna miss
Sex, drugs, and

We like gangsta rhymes...
Just make sure they don't our minds...
These rappers and thief...
A lot of it's only make believe...

Ayo once a time in Jamaica, Queens
An icon gets shot and no one what it means
It was just another muder
But get on with the bling bling
Ching ching and half naked that can't sing
Murder weapon, never found. Police, around
The respect, the intellect, and the all out of town
It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D our rounds, man
they takin us down, man
We're takin you down. I got new sound
It's an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get down
We got peace, love, unity, and the fun
But you all want sex, drugs, 101
it is... Bam
Stop being a boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man
Now you see the plan, west to east
Instead of sex, drugs, and we got love, purpose, and peace
We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no
Bringing it to America like Geronimo and
Get that, but make sure when you rap
If you ain't really to die, yo, don't spit that!

We like those rhymes...
Just sure they don't corrupt our minds...
These rappers and thief...
A lot of times it's make believe...

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upon a time I was on Long Island
A man got and he wasn't smilin
He was from his guts, yo
A was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo
Now police light came on
When the man died, who was the on?
me. Not you
I didn't kill cuz my records don't do that
I the records for the kids
Gangsta rap flippin people's lids

We like gangsta rhymes...
Just sure they don't corrupt our minds...
These rappers and thief...
A lot of times it's only believe...