Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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

Sick platoons flood the of los
Like a typhoon
Mutha-fuckas by world wide
And you and I know dies
The guarantee in life is death your last breath
Come when famo least expect it
Soldier run in your song
Red dawn strikes your in dead 'nam
Your mind's flipping but the dead calm
And your world's thrown and wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the city that
Pants, t-shirts are and stole gats
La undercover shoot to
Child of the run wild in war fields
on pigs that start shit
Guilty us all dirty filthy

The streets are flooded budded corrupted minds running
Those who cut it
the hoodlum studded ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or reason for treason
In blasting season leaving one of color bleeding
never stopping body dropping
'hood rocking window glocking shocking
Defending pavement attacking, arraignment
Jail's enslavement for justice to the plaintiff
When the charges stick that's it you get hit some bid
For what you did prevent and rid some kid of his chance to
of the block he lives in
Not giving a fuck just to win your block ribbon
Glock driven joining street platoons it's some fashion
Going out of style so you it for some action
no joke homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause they provoke
Locked on dope no hope for growth that's why we're
pocket street criminals fail to lock it but crime sky rockets
So the fuck is the profit?
Maybe in hands of those who supply and weapons
Let's take that shit back by neighborhood connections

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