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 gonna do?
We break of enemies blocks get shot with defeat
say no drive-by's on the street
So mutha-fuckas run sweeps

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

The are flooded with budded corrupted minds running
who can't cut it
Leave the hoodlum studded ghetto what is
The excuse or for high treason
In blasting season leaving one of color bleeding
never stopping body dropping
'hood rocking window glocking shocking
Defending attacking, facing arraignment
enslavement shackled for justice to the plaintiff
When the charges stick that's it you get hit with bid
For what you did prevent and rid kid of his chance to live
'cause of the he lives in
Not giving a fuck trying to win your block ribbon
Glock driven joining street like it's some fashion
Going out of style so you catch it for some
It's no joke get smoked, poked, 'cause they provoke
Locked on no hope for growth that's why we're broke
Short pocket street criminals fail to it but crime sky rockets
So the fuck is the profit?
Maybe in hands of those who supply drugs and
Let's take that shit by forming neighborhood connections

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