Luyện nghe bài hát Sex, Drugs & Violence

We like gangsta 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 a time, not long ago
A got shot, and no one knows
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 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...
rappers kill and thief...
A lot of times only make believe...

Ayo upon a time in Jamaica, Queens
An icon shot and no one knew what it means
It was just another scene
But let's get on with the bling
Ching ching and half naked chicks that sing
weapon, never 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 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 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, west to east
Instead of sex, drugs, and we got love, purpose, and peace
We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no
Bringing it to America like Geronimo and
Get that, but make when you spit rap
If you ain't really to die, yo, don't spit that!

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

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Once upon a time I was on Long
A man got shot and he smilin
He was bleedin his guts, yo
A was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo
Now when police light on
the man died, who was the blame on?
me. Not you
I didn't kill nobody cuz my records do that
I make the for the kids
Gangsta rap flippin kid's lids

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