Luyện nghe bài hát Street Opera

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

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

priest]
In my location is 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 watch drop and they gone, they
bitches scream high-pitch like a tweater
But is a strong believer when he hold his heater
I use an of my mind to make rhymes,
And a of brain to cause rain
life is like a game with no instructions
Streets they be to have a brother bustin'
adolescence carry weapons in they section, a wrong direction
When they all pack protection, knowledge, is all symbolic
And hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to
They pop you and dig your pockets later
And maybe catch you for money or your (gimme that)
Or slice your 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 of a 12 guage, his assassination
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 swallow it, damn I never thought life could be so
I see him on a basketball court, the bullet took a part of me
The doctor it hit the artery, every now and then it bothers me
And all the prayers that I gave god, bring him from the graveyard
That's when he took his
And send your bucked the will get ya,
It's either that or the of liquor
me, I learnt as the days grew
That death is only a of phase 2,
Thank that he made you..

x3]

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