Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

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

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Once upon a time, not ago
A rapper got shot, and no one
Who pulled the trigga on the kid and him in his grave
And after the prayers and the parade
Shit got forgot, and now he's
And all the fans loved he said
So understand this, you don't miss
Sex, drugs, and

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

Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica,
An icon gets shot and no one knew it means
It was just muder scene
But let's get on the bling bling
Ching ching and half naked that can't sing
Murder weapon, found. Police, never around
The respect, the intellect, and the suspect all out of
It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D our rounds, man
While 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 sex, drugs, violence 101
it is... Bam
Stop being a little boy with a 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 the least. We be workin, no seats
Bringing it to America like Geronimo and
Get that, but sure when 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 rappers and thief...
A lot of times only make believe...

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

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