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 times it's make believe...

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

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

Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica,
An icon gets shot and no one knew what it
It was just another muder
But let's get on the bling bling
Ching and half naked chicks that can't sing
weapon, never 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 they us down, man
takin you down. I got another new sound
It's really an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get
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, from to east
of sex, drugs, and violence we got love, purpose, and peace
We be the least. We be workin, no seats
Bringing it to America Geronimo and Cochise
Get that, but make sure when you rap
If you ain't ready to die, yo, don't spit that!

We like those rhymes...
Just make sure they corrupt our minds...
These rappers and thief...
A lot of times only make believe...

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

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