Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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Time is short and my life is
That's how it is man look at shit
You get by street platoons
Hit you like wind and what-cha do?
We break circles of blocks get shot with defeat
They say no drive-by's on the
So mutha-fuckas run rival

Sick platoons flood the of los
Like a sick
Mutha-fuckas drive by wide
And everybody you and I know
The only in life is death your last breath
Come when your famo least it
Soldier run wild in song
Red dawn your back in dead 'nam
Your mind's flipping but the scene's dead
And your whole world's thrown and in psyclone
Alright through the city like that
Pants, t-shirts are creased and stole
La undercover shoot to
of the streets run wild in war fields
Scheming on pigs that start
Guilty treat us all filthy

The streets are flooded with budded corrupted minds
Those who cut it
the hoodlum studded ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or reason for high
In blasting leaving one of your color bleeding
Repeating stopping body dropping
'hood rocking glocking zone shocking
Defending attacking, facing arraignment
Jail's enslavement for justice 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 to live
'cause of the he lives in
Not a fuck just trying to win your block ribbon
Glock driven joining street platoons it's some fashion
Going out of style so you it for some action
It's no homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause they provoke
Locked on dope no hope for that's why we're broke
Short pocket street criminals fail to it but crime sky rockets
So the fuck is the profit?
Maybe in hands of who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take shit back by forming neighborhood connections

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