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 we must go through 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 of the nights, the guiding light
That leads to world, for the young and the restless
Beware of your deathwish, to all my in the general hospital
The impossible,
We got for you the final saga of the operas

priest]
In my is where they run the operation
You either stuck or getting bucked by the train
Word is bond if beyond after dawn, hit you up bad
And watch drop and gone, they 9mm's
Make bitches scream high-pitch a tweater
But shorty is a strong believer he hold his heater
I use an onze of my to make 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 protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic
And hedonistic, they need statistics, for to search
They pop you and dig your pockets later
And maybe catch you for money or your (gimme that)
Or slice your throat 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
the impact of a 12 guage, his assassination
Thrown me in a world of hatred, today is hard to it
He shown me old fliks, he was up for a
Today is hard to swallow it, damn I never thought 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 that I gave god, wouldn't bring him the graveyard
That's when he his picture
And send bucked the streets will get ya,
It's either or the price of liquor
Even me, I as the days grew
death is only a stage of phase 2,
Thank that he made you..

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