Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

[intro: priest, (hell razah)]
in the day, (times, struggles)
940, (in the ghetto)
Going hell to come out right
This is what we go through to reach heaven
(this what we go through..) to heaven..
(to hell,) ha,

[chorus: hell
In the days of our we got one life to live
As the world turns negative through positive
At the edge of the nights, the light
That leads to world, for the young and the restless
Beware of deathwish, to all my children in the general hospital
The impossible,
We got for you the final saga of the operas

[killah
In my location is where they run the
You either stuck or getting by the train station
Word is if beyond after dawn, they hit you up bad
And watch drop and they gone, 9mm's
Make bitches high-pitch like a tweater
But shorty is a strong when he hold his heater
I use an onze of my mind to rhymes,
And a half of to cause rain
'cause life is like a game with no
Streets they be tusslin' to have a bustin'
They adolescence carry weapons in they section, a direction
When they all pack protection, knowledge, is all symbolic
And hedonistic, need statistics, for cops to search
They pop you and dig your pockets later
And catch you for money or your pager (gimme that)
Or your throat with the razor..
An old man told me once, sitting on a chair rolling a
I had a son your age, ended up on front page
From the impact of a 12 guage, his
Thrown me in a of hatred, today is hard to face it
He me old fliks, he was up for a scholarship
is hard to swallow it, damn I never thought life could be so short
I still see him on a court, the bullet took a part of me
The doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it me
And all the prayers I gave god, wouldn't bring him from the graveyard
when he took his picture
And your bucked the streets will get ya,
It's either or the price of liquor
Even me, I learnt as the grew
death is only a stage of phase 2,
Thank allah that he you..

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[outro: razah]
The final saga of the operas
Of the street
The final saga of the street