Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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

Sick platoons the streets of los
a sick typhoon
Mutha-fuckas drive by world
And you and I know dies
The only guarantee in life is death last breath
Come your famo least expect it
run wild in your song
Red dawn your back in dead 'nam
Your flipping but the scene's dead calm
And your whole world's thrown and wrapped in
Alright ride through the city like
Pants, t-shirts are creased and gats
La shoot to kill
Child of the run wild in war fields
Scheming on pigs that shit
Guilty treat us all filthy

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

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