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

hell razah]
In the days of our life we got one to live
As the world turns around through positive
At the edge of the nights, the guiding
leads to another 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 saga of the street operas

priest]
In my location is they run the operation
You either stuck or getting bucked by the station
Word is bond if after dawn, they hit you up bad
And watch drop and they gone, 9mm's
Make bitches scream high-pitch like a
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 is like a game with no instructions
Streets they be tusslin' to have a bustin'
They adolescence carry weapons in they section, a direction
When they all pack protection, forgot knowledge, is all
And hedonistic, they statistics, for cops to search
They pop you first and dig your later
And maybe catch you for money or your (gimme that)
Or slice your with the razor..
An old man told me once, sitting on a 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 world of hatred, is hard to face it
He shown me old fliks, he was up for a
Today is hard to swallow it, 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 it bothers me
And all the prayers that I gave god, wouldn't bring him from the
That's when he took his
And send your the streets will get ya,
It's that 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: razah]
The final saga of the operas
Of the operas
The saga of the street operas