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 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 sweeps

Sick platoons the streets of los
Like a typhoon
Mutha-fuckas drive by wide
And everybody you and I dies
The only guarantee in life is death your last
Come when your least expect it
run wild in your song
Red dawn strikes back in dead 'nam
Your mind's flipping but the scene's calm
And your whole world's and wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the city like
Pants, t-shirts are creased and stole
La undercover shoot to
Child of the streets run wild in war
Scheming on pigs start shit
Guilty us all dirty filthy

The streets are flooded with budded corrupted minds
who can't cut it
Leave the hoodlum ghetto wondering what is
The or reason for high treason
In blasting season leaving one of your bleeding
never stopping body dropping
'hood window glocking zone shocking
Defending pavement attacking, facing
Jail's enslavement shackled for 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 to live
'cause of the he lives in
Not giving a fuck just trying to win block ribbon
Glock joining street platoons like it's some fashion
Going out of style so you catch it for action
It's no joke get smoked, poked, 'cause they provoke
Locked on dope no hope for that's why we're broke
Short street criminals fail to lock it but crime sky rockets
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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