Luyện nghe bài hát Street Struck

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Yeah, the big l
at you once again, in nine-five
And I this one
To all my from uptown.. and everywhere
it!

Yo where I'm it ain't cookies and cream
There's a lot of peer pressure up as a young teen
You never know when you get wet
Cause mad clowns be wreck with a tec just to get a rep
Instead of cool friends, they'd rather hang with thugs
Instead of goin to school, rather sell drugs
It's best to go the route and not the wrong one
Because it's catch up witchu in the long run
Brothers be all up on us, actin stupid, lifted
They is twisted, and most of them are quite gifted
In other words, they got talent; but they'd rather cracks
And bust and run the streets actin violent
To them it's all about skinz and makin some easy green
that's all they show you on the tv screen
All they care about is a or bustin a sweet nut
They don't give a (what? ) cause street struck

big l

You betta listen l rhyme; cause bein street struck'll
Get you nuttin but a bullet or time
So pay when l rhyme; cause bein street struck'll
Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail

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Before the rap contract, I was sellin
Stay strapped with a mac, I was alla that
I rappin and got nice as hell
If it wasn't for this I be doin life in jail
And some of my peeps are still in the sellin 'caine
If that's what you gotta do to maintain, go 'head and do your
But with the cash profit an investment
And try not to go to the like the rest went
Cause you can be with crazy loot, own a house and nine cars
What good is that, if you're dead, or behind
And yo it's not even
I've seen a lot of my give up they careers for some fast money
could've been boxers, ballplayers or rap singers
Instead they robbers and crack slingers
Aiyyo they used to be legit kids, now they
They had dreams but gave em up cause they struck

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I still with my peeps in the streets; but most of the time
I'm in the crib, writin rhymes to dope beats
Or either up some freaks to bone
But word up, I try to leave the streets
But it's crazy kid, in other words, it's spooky
The streets be callin me, like the be callin pookie
It a dumb joke, listen to this young folk
Cause where I'm from -- you can from the gunsmoke
Stay off the corners; that might be best plan
Before you catch a bullet was meant for the next man
Or end up a deep cut
Or relaxin on a hospital bed, from street struck

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up!
Aiyyo it from me, the big l
Cause I through it all, youknowhati'msayin?
Stay off them you'll stay out of trouble
And I say rest in peace to all the cats teasin streets
I'm here