Luyện nghe bài hát Tales From the Darkside (Remix)

Peace make me laugh!
All I is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, live by the trigger
How the fuck do you
That I can say peace and the will cease?
Every cop killer ignored
They just send another nigga to the
A point they could give a fuck about us
They catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the
They ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a neck
Cause I'm the one with the trunk of
And tha Police' in the tape deck
You should listen to me there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cause it houses
The color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales the darkside

You free Africa, I stare at yuh
we ain't got it too good in America
I can't fuck with overseas
My homeboy over a key of cocaine
It was and simple
The 9mm went "pop" to the
"pop pop pop" was the sound I put the down
And ran to the bathroom
Looked in the can yo it had room
So I my ass in it for a minute
Covered trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, about the payback
the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my
It's critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, drive slow
I yelled out Cube sucker'
The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered
I told you album
When I got a sawed off, are hauled off
Its a shame, niggas die young
But to the light side it matter none
It'll be a drive by
But to me its just another tale the dark side

in the middle of war
In the we flex
When we die, we won't Jet
+Ebony+ see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a
Call it what you want, cause I'm comin' the coroner
my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's black, don't wanna role, his soul
his head go rollin'
Who the are they foolin'?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my
Matches the color of the one on my
As they wonder whats my waist
Standin' on the verge of gettin' brown
That's a got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, ass off, they can not hide