Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

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

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

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

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

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

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Once upon a time I was on Long
A man got and he wasn't smilin
He was from his guts, yo
A policeman was sittin and he up on the spot, yo
Now when police light on
When the man died, who was the on?
me. Not you
I didn't kill nobody cuz my don't do that
I make the records for the
rap flippin people's kid's lids

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