Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

(x1)
Time is short and my life is
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 get shot with defeat
They say no on the street
So mutha-fuckas run sweeps

Sick platoons the streets of los
a sick typhoon
Mutha-fuckas drive by world
And everybody you and I dies
The guarantee in life is death your last breath
Come when famo least expect it
run wild in your song
Red dawn strikes your back in dead
Your mind's flipping but the dead calm
And your whole world's thrown and wrapped in
Alright ride through the city that
Pants, are creased and stole gats
La shoot to kill
Child of the streets run in war fields
on pigs that start shit
Guilty treat us all dirty

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

(x1)