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

[chorus: hell
In the of our life we got one life to live
As the world turns negative through positive
At the edge of the nights, the light
That leads to world, for the young and the restless
Beware of your deathwish, to all my children in the 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 train
Word is if beyond after dawn, they hit you up bad
And watch drop and gone, they 9mm's
Make bitches scream like a tweater
But shorty is a believer when he hold his heater
I use an onze of my mind to rhymes,
And a half of to cause rain
life is like a game with no instructions
Streets they be to have a brother bustin'
They adolescence weapons in they section, a wrong direction
When all pack protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic
And hedonistic, need statistics, for cops to search
pop you first and dig your pockets later
And maybe catch you for or your 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, that ended up on front
From the impact of a 12 guage, his
Thrown me in a world of hatred, today is hard to it
He shown me old fliks, he was up for a
Today is to swallow it, damn I never thought life could be so short
I see him on a basketball 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
when he took his picture
And send bucked the streets will get ya,
It's either that or the of liquor
Even me, I learnt as the days
That death is only a stage of 2,
Thank allah that he you..

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