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

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

priest]
In my is where they run the operation
You either stuck or getting bucked by the station
Word is bond if beyond dawn, they hit you up bad
And watch drop and they gone, they
Make bitches high-pitch like a tweater
But shorty is a strong believer he hold his heater
I use an onze of my to make rhymes,
And a of brain to cause rain
'cause life is a game with no instructions
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 statistics, for cops to search
They pop you and dig your pockets later
And catch you for money or your pager (gimme that)
Or slice 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 page
From the impact of a 12 guage, his
me in a world of hatred, today is hard to face it
He shown me old fliks, he was up for a
is hard to swallow it, damn I never thought life could be so short
I still see him on a basketball court, the bullet took a of me
The doctor said it hit the artery, every now and then it me
And all the that I gave god, wouldn't bring him from the graveyard
That's when he his picture
And send your the streets will get ya,
It's either that or the 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 street
Of the operas
The saga of the street operas