Luyện nghe bài hát Street Struck

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

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

big l

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

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

Chorus: 2x

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I still chill with my peeps in the streets; but 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 alone
But it's crazy hard kid, in words, it's spooky
The streets be callin me, like the be callin pookie
It ain't a dumb joke, listen to this folk
Cause where I'm from -- you can from the gunsmoke
Stay off the corners; that might be your plan
Before you catch a that was meant for the next man
Or end up with a cut
Or relaxin on a hospital bed, from street struck

repeat 2x

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up!
Aiyyo take it me, the big l
Cause I been through it all,
off them corners you'll stay out of trouble
And I gotta say rest in peace to all the teasin streets
I'm here