Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

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

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

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

Ayo once a time in Jamaica, Queens
An icon shot and no one knew what it means
It was just muder scene
But let's get on the bling bling
Ching ching and half chicks 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 really an old sound, but you how me and Chuck get down
We got peace, love, unity, and the fun
But you all want sex, drugs, 101
it is... Bam
Stop being a little boy with a little toy, up and be a man
Now you see the plan, west to east
Instead of sex, drugs, and violence we got love, purpose, and
We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no
Bringing it to America like Geronimo and
Get that, but make sure you spit rap
If you really ready to die, yo, don't spit that!

We those gangsta rhymes...
Just make sure don't corrupt our minds...
These kill and thief...
A lot of times it's only 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 sittin and he up on the spot, yo
Now police light came on
the man died, who was the blame on?
me. Not you
I didn't kill nobody cuz my don't do that
I make the for the kids
Gangsta rap flippin people's kid's

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