Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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Time is short and my is sick
That's how it is man at this shit
You get abused by street
Hit you like wind and what-cha do?
We break circles of enemies blocks get shot with
say no drive-by's on the street
So run rival sweeps

Sick platoons flood the of los
a sick typhoon
Mutha-fuckas by world wide
And everybody you and I know
The only guarantee in life is your last breath
Come when your least expect it
Soldier run wild in song
Red dawn strikes your back in 'nam
Your flipping but the scene's dead calm
And your whole thrown and wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the city that
Pants, are creased and stole gats
La undercover to kill
Child of the run wild in war fields
Scheming on pigs that shit
Guilty treat us all dirty

The streets are flooded with budded minds running
who can't cut it
Leave the studded ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or for high treason
In blasting season leaving one of your color
Repeating stopping body dropping
'hood rocking glocking zone shocking
Defending attacking, facing arraignment
Jail's enslavement shackled for to the plaintiff
When the charges that's it you get hit with some bid
For what you did prevent and rid some kid of his chance to
'cause of the block he in
Not giving a fuck just trying to win your ribbon
Glock driven joining street platoons it's some fashion
out of style so you catch it for some action
It's no joke homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause they
Locked on dope no for growth that's why we're broke
Short pocket street criminals to lock it but crime sky rockets
So where the fuck is the
Maybe in hands of who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take that shit back by forming connections

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