Luyện nghe bài hát Tell It to the Judge

Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo and
You all are being with
Kidnapping, assault
Armed robbery, money

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

Look here your
My life was of broken dreams
I had to hustle on the
Selling crack to the

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

The was bringing me liquor
And the was calling me God
My was the government
gave me the job

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

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

My case is a
'Cause my got a grudge
it, I'm guilty
Suck my judge

Hey I'm to become
What a motherfucker
It was the way I was raised
In this motherfucking

Try to myself
But it no help
Hell yeah a snapped
Had to keep my rep

Making gosh darn step
trying to test me
Cause I'm a big old
When I upped her

It no game
Playing with this shit's got me
When I was just a boy
Played with hoes of toys

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

Had to my snap so I jack
So I with a big ol' ass clik
how WildStyle, Kilo, Never
Beat the did it clever

All shit that we endured
to tell it to the judge

Coming up in this
Was a generation
Living life to bang
Just to my occupation

Tryin' to make it way
And it don't matter my attitude
And the same
So you can tell it to the dude

Coming up in this
Was a generation
Living just to bang
to slang's my occupation

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

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

And it drove me to a
I had my mind on bustin'
Caught up in the lifestyle of a
it was up in the blood

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

Ran up in the crib
Didn't think he was gonna live
Pull the trig, him scream
But he didn't die 'cause he was a

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

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

you caught me now
But I went to hell and back
For my life as a gang
Standing out in the

And I slanga
thought I'd live this long
Went to sit in a room by
thoughts of all the things

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

had no pot to piss in
Nobody to help me out, so a sin
Robbing broke and dumb
Couldn't and write to one

Gats you never
chains from the back of the bus
And it ain't no thing for me to pop a
I broke my shit to the and killed

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

Cause to the bodies in my trunk
Now I got to the judge

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 matter my attitude
And the same
So you can tell it to the judge

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

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

While I reach my
You're all being
To in prison
With no obligation of
Get 'em here guards
Get 'em outta my