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 we must go through to reach heaven
(this we go through..) to reach heaven..
(to hell,) ha,

[chorus: razah]
In the days of our we got one life to live
As the world turns around through positive
At the edge of the nights, the light
That leads to another world, for the and the restless
of your deathwish, to all my children in the general hospital
The impossible,
We got for you the saga of the street operas

priest]
In my location is they run the operation
You either stuck or bucked by the train station
Word is bond if after dawn, they hit you up bad
And watch and they gone, they 9mm's
Make bitches scream high-pitch like a
But shorty is a strong believer he hold his heater
I use an of my mind to make rhymes,
And a of brain to cause rain
'cause life is like a game no instructions
Streets be tusslin' to have a brother bustin'
They carry weapons in they section, a wrong direction
When they all protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic
And hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to
They pop you first and dig pockets later
And maybe catch you for money or pager (gimme that)
Or your throat with the razor..
An old man told me once, on a chair rolling a blunt
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
Today is hard to it, damn I never thought life could be so short
I still see him on a basketball court, the bullet a part of me
The doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it me
And all the prayers that I gave god, wouldn't bring him the graveyard
That's when he his picture
And send your bucked the will get ya,
It's either that or the price of
me, I learnt as the days grew
That death is only a of phase 2,
Thank allah that he you..

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[outro: hell
The final saga of the operas
Of the street
The final saga of the operas