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 by street platoons
Hit you like wind and gonna do?
We break circles of enemies blocks get shot defeat
They say no drive-by's on the
So run rival sweeps

Sick platoons flood the of los
Like a sick
Mutha-fuckas by world wide
And you and I know dies
The only guarantee in life is death your breath
when your famo least expect it
Soldier run wild in your
Red dawn your back in dead 'nam
Your mind's but the scene's dead calm
And whole world's thrown and wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the city like
Pants, are creased and stole gats
La shoot to kill
of the streets run wild in war fields
Scheming on that start shit
Guilty us all dirty filthy

The streets are flooded with corrupted minds running
Those who cut it
Leave the hoodlum studded ghetto what is
The or reason for high treason
In blasting leaving one of your color bleeding
Repeating never stopping body
'hood rocking window glocking zone
pavement attacking, facing arraignment
Jail's enslavement shackled for justice to the
When the stick that's it you get hit with some bid
For you did prevent and rid some kid of his chance to live
of the block he lives in
Not a fuck just trying to win your block ribbon
Glock driven joining street platoons like it's 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 growth why we're broke
Short pocket street criminals fail to lock it but crime sky
So where the fuck is the
Maybe in hands of those who supply drugs and
take that shit back by forming neighborhood connections

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