Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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

Sick platoons the streets of los
a sick typhoon
Mutha-fuckas drive by wide
And everybody you and I dies
The only guarantee in life is death last breath
Come when your famo expect it
Soldier run wild in your
Red strikes your back in dead 'nam
Your mind's flipping but the scene's dead
And whole world's thrown and wrapped in psyclone
ride through the city like that
Pants, are creased and stole gats
La undercover to kill
of the streets run wild in war fields
Scheming on pigs that start
Guilty treat us all filthy

The streets are flooded budded corrupted minds running
Those who cut it
Leave the hoodlum ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or for high treason
In blasting season leaving one of your color
Repeating never body dropping
'hood window glocking zone shocking
Defending attacking, facing arraignment
enslavement shackled for justice 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 chance to
'cause of the block he in
Not giving a fuck just trying to win block ribbon
Glock driven joining street platoons like it's some
out of style so you catch it for some action
It's no joke 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 is the profit?
Maybe in hands of who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take that shit back by neighborhood connections

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