Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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Time is and my life is sick
That's how it is man look at this
You get abused by platoons
Hit you like wind and gonna do?
We break circles of blocks get shot with defeat
They say no on the street
So run rival sweeps

Sick platoons the streets of los
Like a sick
Mutha-fuckas drive by world
And everybody you and I know
The only guarantee in life is death your breath
Come when your famo least it
Soldier run wild in your
Red strikes your back in dead 'nam
mind's 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 creased and stole
La undercover shoot to
Child of the streets run in war fields
Scheming on pigs that start
Guilty treat us all dirty

The streets are flooded with budded corrupted minds
Those who cut it
the hoodlum studded ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or reason for treason
In blasting season leaving one of your color
Repeating stopping body dropping
'hood rocking window glocking zone
pavement attacking, facing arraignment
Jail's enslavement for justice to the plaintiff
When the stick that's it you get hit with some bid
For what you did prevent and rid some kid of his chance to
'cause of the he lives in
Not giving a fuck just trying to win your block
Glock driven joining street platoons like it's fashion
Going out of so you catch it for some action
no joke homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause they provoke
Locked on dope no hope for that's why we're broke
Short pocket street criminals fail to lock it but sky rockets
So where the fuck is the
Maybe in of those who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take shit back by forming neighborhood connections

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