Luyện nghe bài hát Tell It to the Judge

Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo and
You all are being charged
Kidnapping, aggravated
Armed robbery, money

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

Look here honor
My life was full of broken
I had to on the corner
Selling crack to the

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

The hoes was me liquor
And the was calling me God
My was the government
They me the job

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

We was slanging them
Fuck them niggas tried to jack
to riches told the bitches
Motherfucker I'm a

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

Hey I'm to become
What a became
It was the way I was raised
In motherfucking game

Try to myself
But it wasn't no
Hell yeah a 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
with this shit's got me horny
When I was just a boy
with hoes instead of toys

Fuck what a say
I'm to drink my banging choice
'Cause I one a them ones bitch
I grew up a

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

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

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

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

up in this game
Was a generation
Living life just to
Just to my occupation

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

Now as a young 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 me to a point
That I had my on bustin'
Caught up in the lifestyle of a
it was up in the blood

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

Ran up in the nigga's
Didn't that he was gonna live
Pull the trig, heard him
But he die 'cause 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 him no fucking love
Caught a case, face to
Had to tell it to the

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

And I can't
Never thought I'd this long
Went to sit in a by myself
thoughts of all the things

That lost in the world
Thinking I'm close 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 trust
Snatching 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,
me for my damn sin
Now I'm double life
But ain't long enough punk

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

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

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

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

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

While I my verdict
all being sentenced
To life in
With no obligation of
Get 'em outta guards
Get 'em my face