Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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

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

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

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