Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

We like those rhymes...
Just make sure don't corrupt our minds...
These rappers 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 on the kid and layed him in his grave
And after the and the street parade
got forgot, and now he's dead
And all the loved everything he said
So understand this, you don't wanna
Sex, drugs, and

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

Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica,
An icon gets and no one knew what it means
It was just another scene
But get on with the bling bling
ching and half 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
We're you down. I got another new sound
It's really an old sound, but you know how me and get down
We got peace, love, unity, and the fun
But you all sex, drugs, violence 101
it is... Bam
Stop a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man
Now you see the plan, from to east
of sex, drugs, and violence 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 when you rap
If you really ready to die, yo, don't spit that!

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

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

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