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 shit
You get by street platoons
Hit you like wind and gonna do?
We break circles of enemies blocks get shot with
They say no on the street
So mutha-fuckas run rival

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

The streets are with budded corrupted minds running
Those who cut it
the hoodlum studded ghetto wondering what is
The or reason for high treason
In blasting season leaving one of your bleeding
Repeating stopping body dropping
'hood window glocking zone shocking
pavement attacking, facing arraignment
Jail's enslavement shackled for justice to the
When the charges stick it you get hit with some bid
For what you did and rid some kid of his chance to live
'cause of the block he in
Not a fuck just trying to win your block ribbon
Glock driven joining street platoons like some fashion
Going out of style so you 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 street criminals fail to lock it but crime sky
So the fuck is the profit?
Maybe in hands of who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take that back by forming neighborhood connections

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