Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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

platoons flood the streets of los
Like a sick
drive by world wide
And you and I know dies
The guarantee in life is death your last breath
Come when your famo least it
Soldier run in your song
Red dawn your back in dead 'nam
mind's flipping but the scene's dead calm
And your world's thrown and wrapped in psyclone
ride through the city like that
Pants, t-shirts are and stole gats
La undercover shoot to
Child of the streets run in war fields
Scheming on that start shit
Guilty treat us all filthy

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

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