Luyện nghe bài hát Been A Long Time

Let me see 3's, put em up
This for all my lil' out there stuck in the world
or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't a choice
(fuck the nigga you got a choice)
on whether they wanted to be or not
In the ghetto kill or be killed, in a place called the street
(ya me?)

[Chorus:

been a long time since a nigga showed me love
I'ma make it - even if I to spill a nigga blood
It's been a long time since a nigga me love
but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga

I'm trapped in crime, I'm nickels and dimes
and will I lose my mind, or am I my time?
I'm bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, two shots and lived
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on
I my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkin
Them 15's, laws like the man, callin shots
meetings on the block a young nigga at the top
and I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and this will never stop

Two years I'm up like a BITCH I'm boxed up
Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda put them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga trip
They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be like no
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really trust ya
a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues
And all them teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues nigga
menace to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., come take a ride, you see is what you get nigga
You or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat
Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, life is on the street beotch

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It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love
C-Murder,
Projects the cold streets of New Orleans
The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age
Streets got me crazy, I die I don't know
It's war crimes baby, over the world
Put in a situation, to, handle your business
Handle own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto
Will I die I know baby
It ain't up to me it's up to that man
So I just say to all the young out there
goin what I went through, there's a way out
So keep your high
and keep your heat low, ya me?
[fades