Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

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

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

priest]
In my is where they run the operation
You either stuck or getting bucked by the station
is bond if beyond after dawn, they hit you up bad
And drop and they gone, they 9mm's
bitches scream high-pitch like a tweater
But shorty is a strong believer he hold his heater
I use an onze of my to make rhymes,
And a of brain to cause rain
'cause life is a game with no instructions
Streets they be to have a brother bustin'
They adolescence carry weapons in they section, a wrong
When they all protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic
And hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to
They pop you and dig your pockets later
And catch you for money or your pager (gimme that)
Or slice throat with the razor..
An old man told me once, on a chair rolling a blunt
I had a son your age, that ended up on page
From the impact of a 12 guage, his
me in a world of hatred, today is hard to face it
He me old fliks, he was up for a scholarship
Today is hard to swallow it, damn I never life could be so short
I still see him on a basketball court, the took a part of me
The doctor said it hit the artery, every now and it bothers me
And all the prayers that I god, wouldn't bring him from the graveyard
That's when he his picture
And send your bucked the will get ya,
It's either that or the of liquor
Even me, I learnt as the grew
That death is only a of phase 2,
Thank allah that he you..

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