Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

We like those rhymes...
Just make sure they corrupt our minds...
rappers kill and thief...
A lot of times it's make believe...

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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 after the and the street parade
got forgot, and now he's dead
And all the fans loved everything he
So understand this, you wanna miss
Sex, drugs, and

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

Ayo upon a time in Jamaica, Queens
An icon gets and no one knew what it means
It was another muder scene
But let's get on with the bling
Ching ching and half chicks that can't sing
Murder weapon, found. Police, never around
The respect, the intellect, and the all out of town
It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D our rounds, man
While takin us down, man
takin you down. I got another 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 want sex, drugs, 101
it is... Bam
Stop being a little boy with a toy, stand up and be a man
Now you see the plan, from west to
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 ready to die, yo, don't that!

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

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Once a time I was on Long Island
A man got shot and he wasn't
He was from his guts, yo
A policeman was and he drove up on the spot, yo
Now when police 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 lids

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