Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

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

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

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

Ayo upon 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 with the bling
Ching ching and half naked chicks can't sing
Murder weapon, found. Police, never around
The respect, the intellect, and the suspect all out of
all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D makin our rounds, man
While they us down, man
We're takin you down. I got another new
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 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 the least. We be workin, no seats
it to America like Geronimo and Cochise
Get that, but make sure you spit rap
If you ain't really to die, yo, don't spit that!

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

Flav]
Once a time I was on Long Island
A man got shot and he wasn't
He was from his guts, yo
A was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo
Now when police 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
Gangsta rap flippin people's kid's

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