Luyện nghe bài hát Every Ghetto

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Blessings in to the children
say life is like 5 days
Words of a old man with silver hair in his chair
His eyes were bloody while describin' lies before me

evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me
It occurred to me, old nigga's words couldn't be realer
I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta ya
'Cause animals and sweetness, smell blood in water

Ishmael, and Gob, moved a divine order
Shit is plastic material, no life
I crash and leave it no matter the price
As as I survive, coppin' the five

Circle the block the beef's at
And in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we stealers
Hollow tip, lead busters there's no or hell

Dead is dead,
And your soul is god
Your keeps lurkin' to earth
your own murder reoccur

For ever struggle, every strip, and every
For every toned in the pain and heavy metal
For every child born
And every nigga
And for brotha breathin'
Live to see mornin'

For ever struggle, strip, and every ghetto
For every nigga in the pain and heavy metal
For every child born
And every nigga
And for brotha breathin'
Live to see mornin'

It's blitz the streets glory many die for me
Got knocked 3 to 9's, went to trial for me
Basically I'm just reality loaded with stories
Of lust, greed, and contempt no is exempt

Extended clip hoods barricaded for 6 blocks
I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch
All you paintin' pictures of my
the city in vain

Fallin' into the pits of the game
This is for the sickest of mind
In these fatal times, vesh
plated nine and niggas from the dime

Hear the sounds of baby's cry
I'm sayin' why do we reside
In the ghetto with a ways to die
high to relieve the pain

Breathin' in the game,
Guilts and the shame, and strain
What the fuck will tomorrow
Look at anthrax, I back through
I make it through tomorrow

My is a art gallery, right
With of crucifixes
to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders

But I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, colors clashin'

Red stones, blue stones, red and black ones
Fuck did I expect bucket seats in a lex
And time in chuckie cheese with little des
Got guns when I'm my daughter

Hate to bring a aura in her presence
She knows what taught her, it's lessons
princess it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I that girl

Could you even my shadow's jealous
My is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my makes the songs
Though my songs from the father

I'm lonely...
me, it's gettin' darker

For struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
For every nigga toned in the pain and metal
For every child born
And every nigga
And for every brotha
to see another mornin'

For ever struggle, strip, and every ghetto
For nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal
For child that's born
And nigga gone
And for every brotha
Live to see mornin'