Luyện nghe bài hát Tell It to the Judge

Cold Hard, WildStyle, and Neverless
You all are charged with
Kidnapping, assault
Armed robbery, money

Dope slanging and banging
And all that type a shit
That I believe
Tell me, do you you're guilty

here your honor
My life was full of broken
I had to on the corner
Selling to the fiends

slanger, gang banger
Shit, had to be it
Give the a break up quick
A pimp I was to be

The hoes was bringing me
And the fiends was me God
My connection was the
They me the job

I was on the block
Two for ten, dark
Pump blasted two springs
All you was blows barred

We was slanging automatics
Fuck niggas that tried to jack
Rags to told the bitches
Motherfucker I'm a

My case is a
'Cause my lawyer's got a
it, I'm guilty
Suck my dick

Hey I'm sorry to
What a became
It was the way I was raised
In this game

Try to tame
But it no help
Hell yeah a snapped
Had to my fucking rep

gosh darn niggas step
Always trying to me
I'm a big old shorty
When I upped her

It no game
Playing with this got me horny
When I was just a boy
Played with hoes instead of

what a motherfucker say
I'm going to my banging choice
'Cause I wasn't one a them ones
I up a lunatic

Had to my snap so I jack
So I roll a big ol' ass clik
Know how WildStyle, Kilo,
the system did it clever

All this that we endured
Tryin' to it to the judge

up in this game
Was a bogus
Living life to bang
to slang's my occupation

Tryin' to make it way
And it matter cause my attitude
And visions the
So you can it to the judge dude

up in this game
Was a generation
Living life to bang
to slang's my occupation

Tryin' to make it way
And it matter cause my attitude
And visions the
So you can tell it to the dude

Now as a young buck in the
It was hard to get by hard to it
Had to make a way anyway I
So I had to it

And it me to a point
That I had my on bustin'
Caught up in the lifestyle of a
Guess it was up in the

Niggas try to me bogus shit
Nigga you know I'm slick
with a bogus clik
So nigga just that shit

Ran up in the nigga's
Didn't think that he was live
Pull the trig, heard him
But he didn't die he was a fiend

on dope
And the nigga ran his
And now I'm up
Looking up out the

Ain't no window and fucked up
Could it be I had a grudge
Couldn't show him no love
Caught a case, face to
Had to tell it to the

Yeah you me now
But I already to hell and back
For my life as a banger
Standing out in the

And I can't
Never I'd live this long
Went to sit in a room by
Having thoughts of all the

That I've in the world
I'm getting close to death
But now I'm having
And I can't get no

Never had no pot to in
Nobody to me out, so a nigga sin
Robbing bitches broke and
Couldn't read and to one

you never trust
Snatching chains the back of the bus
And it no thing for me to pop a bitch
I broke my shit to the left and

Arms, legs, legs, arms,
Forgive me for my sin
Now I'm facing double
But life ain't enough punk

that's to the bodies in my trunk
Now I got to the judge

up in this game
Was a generation
Living life to bang
Just to slang's my

Tryin' to it some way
And it matter cause my attitude
And visions the
So you can tell it to the dude

Coming up in game
Was a bogus
Living life to bang
Just to slang's my

Tryin' to it some way
And it don't cause my attitude
And the same
So you can it to the judge dude

I reach my verdict
You're all sentenced
To in prison
With no obligation of
Get 'em here guards
Get 'em my face