Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

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

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

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

Ayo upon a time in Jamaica, Queens
An gets shot and no one knew what it means
It was just muder scene
But get on with the bling bling
Ching ching and naked chicks that can't sing
weapon, never found. Police, never around
The respect, the intellect, and the all out of town
all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D makin our rounds, man
While they us down, man
We're 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
Bringing it to like Geronimo and Cochise
Get that, but make sure you spit rap
If you ain't really ready to die, yo, don't that!

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

Flav]
Once a time I was on Long Island
A man got shot and he wasn't
He was bleedin his guts, yo
A policeman was 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 nobody cuz my records don't do
I make the for the kids
rap flippin people's kid's lids

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