Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
I could load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's me homie make them tapes
And that 24 block alive
But if I feel I'm in need, I got's to
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a
Man it's the night-mare, up in the cut
I'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no what
The things I've seen'll ya throw up
Flaunt flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
I'm from that's how ya grow up
Man it's wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier stereo-typed daily
Ya got's to feel me, foo it's baby
Killas run around that's why I'm strapped
Ya heard it I got my own
Out into the 'lac and hit the of Sac
Them given me that
But you got them fools want a foe then
They wonderin why I'm me a 12 gauge pump
Man I no punk
The everyday thug that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, and loadin that
And em layin

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Deep down, a place for hope

[Mr.
I it's hard to explain why I'm feelin how I'm feelin
I guess I'm feelin cus my homies got some stealin
And foos would say it's my fault I bet
See cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I fuck my set
How I know that them foos would blast?
on, on my folks
It's funny how this got its different strokes
I think about my loccs and how made it
Though I'm from the fact
They gotta suffer from a hole
And Mr. Doctor don't have hope locc
It's only been a month, since my last down partner got
And rivals is deep, up in my foo
Since I'm on the underground team, I can't have no
My life is tore up so I I'm stuck
Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I'm it up
To get drunk, I post up on the street
While I say to myself, for the
Homie rest in

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[Brotha
They say that ain't the way to handle type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that
Just cus the Hung is flag-up
What mean, I can't ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm to help them ride
I keep a low pro, the 4-0
And lounge it's time to go
Shinin up the
Rollin up the boogey-boo,
And hopin if I die, before I'm high
That they bury me in 50 pounds of thai
I got homies from the south-side givin it up and
Them homies from the slangin that stuff and
I'm right up in the middle to hang on and
Tryin not to end up like them niggas time in the pen
But then
I'm down for when the is ready to roll em up
You know, in a dark-blue cut
And as I'm creepin ya set
Trip, don't get up, shot up
The gardenblock locc's, man we leave em

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