Luyện nghe bài hát Been A Long Time

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

C-Murder]

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

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

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

2X]

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