Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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Time is short and my life is
how it is man look at this shit
You get abused by street
Hit you like wind and what-cha do?
We circles of enemies blocks get shot with defeat
They say no on the street
So mutha-fuckas run sweeps

platoons flood the streets of los
Like a typhoon
Mutha-fuckas drive by wide
And you and I know dies
The only guarantee in life is your last breath
Come when your least expect it
Soldier run wild in song
Red strikes your back in dead 'nam
Your mind's but the scene's dead calm
And your whole world's thrown and in psyclone
Alright ride through the like that
Pants, t-shirts are and stole gats
La undercover to kill
Child of the run wild in war fields
Scheming on pigs start shit
Guilty treat us all dirty

The streets are flooded with budded corrupted minds
who can't cut it
Leave the hoodlum studded ghetto wondering is
The or reason for high treason
In blasting season leaving one of color bleeding
never stopping body dropping
'hood rocking window glocking zone
Defending pavement attacking, arraignment
Jail's enslavement shackled for to the plaintiff
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 to win your block ribbon
Glock joining street platoons like it's some fashion
Going out of so you catch it for some action
It's no joke homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause provoke
on dope no hope for growth 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 drugs and weapons
Let's take that shit back by forming neighborhood

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