Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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

Sick flood the streets of los
a sick typhoon
Mutha-fuckas by world wide
And everybody you and I know
The only guarantee in life is death your last
Come when your least expect it
run wild in your song
Red dawn strikes your back in 'nam
Your mind's flipping but the scene's calm
And your world's thrown and wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the city that
Pants, t-shirts are creased and gats
La shoot to kill
of the streets run wild in war fields
Scheming on that start shit
treat us all dirty filthy

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

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