Luyện nghe bài hát Tell It to the Judge

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

slanging 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 full of broken
I had to hustle on the
Selling to the fiends

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

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

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

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

My case is a
my lawyer's got a grudge
Fuck it, I'm
Suck my dick

Hey I'm sorry to
What a motherfucker
It was the way that I was
In this game

Try to myself
But it no help
Hell a nigga snapped
Had to my fucking rep

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

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

Fuck what a 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 with a big ol' ass
Know how WildStyle, Kilo,
the system did it clever

All shit that we endured
Tryin' to tell it to the

Coming up in game
Was a generation
Living life just to
to slang's my occupation

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

Coming up in this
Was a bogus
life just to bang
Just to slang's my

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

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

And it drove me to a
That I had my mind on
Caught up in the lifestyle of a
Guess it was up in the

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

Ran up in the crib
think that he was gonna 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 it's up
it be that I had a grudge
Couldn't him no fucking love
Caught a case, to face
Had to it to the judge

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

And I slanga
Never thought I'd live this
Went to sit in a room by
Having of all the things

That I've lost in the
I'm getting close to death
But now I'm flashbacks
And I get no freedom

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

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

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

Cause that's to the in my trunk
Now I got to face the

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

to make 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 generation
Living life to bang
to slang's my occupation

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

While I my verdict
You're all sentenced
To life in
no obligation of parole
Get 'em outta guards
Get 'em my face