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 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 light
That leads to another world, for the 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 operas

priest]
In my location is where they run the
You stuck or getting bucked by the train station
Word is bond if beyond after dawn, hit you up bad
And drop and they gone, they 9mm's
Make bitches high-pitch 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 brain to cause
'cause life is like a game with no
they be tusslin' to have a brother bustin'
They adolescence carry weapons in they section, a direction
they all pack protection, forgot knowledge, is all symbolic
And hedonistic, they need statistics, for cops to
They pop you first and dig pockets later
And maybe catch you for or your pager (gimme that)
Or slice your with the razor..
An old man me once, sitting on a chair rolling a blunt
I had a son your age, that up on front page
the impact of a 12 guage, his assassination
Thrown me in a of hatred, today is hard to face it
He shown me old fliks, he was up for a
Today is hard to swallow it, damn I never life could be so short
I still see him on a 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 I gave god, wouldn't bring him from the graveyard
when he took his picture
And send your the streets will get ya,
It's either that or the price of
Even me, I as the days grew
That death is only a stage of 2,
Thank allah that he you..

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