Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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

platoons flood the streets of los
Like a sick
drive by world wide
And everybody you and I know
The only guarantee in life is death last breath
when your famo least expect it
Soldier run wild in your
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 through the city that
Pants, t-shirts are creased and gats
La shoot to kill
Child of the streets run in war fields
Scheming on pigs that shit
Guilty treat us all filthy

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

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