Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Down

[Brotha
I could load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me homie make tapes
And keep that 24 block
But if I I'm in need, I got's to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a
Man it's the night-mare, up in the cut
I'm dice games, barbeques, no matter what
The things I've seen'll make ya up
Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your
Where I'm that's how ya grow up
Man that wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier bein stereo-typed
Ya got's to feel me, foo it's baby
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm
Ya it I got my own back-fade
Out into the and hit the city of Sac
homies given me that
But you got them fools that want a foe
They wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 pump
Man I no punk
The everyday thug that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, and that mili
And em layin

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Deep down, there's a for hope

[Mr.
I guess it's hard to 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 can't my set
How could I know them foos would blast?
on, on my folks
It's funny how this bangin's got its strokes
I think about my loccs and how they it
Though I'm stressin from the
They gotta suffer from a bullet
And Mr. Doctor just don't hope locc
It's only been a month, since my last partner got smoked
And is deep, up in my city foo
I'm on the underground team, I can't have no peace
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
I say to myself, for the block
Homie rest in

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[Brotha
They say that ain't the way to that type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, on that blunt
cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up
What that mean, I ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm to help them ride
I a low pro, drink the 4-0
And lounge it's time to go
up the forty-fo
Rollin up the boogey-boo,
And if I should die, before I'm high
That they bury me in 50 pounds of thai
I got them homies the south-side givin it up and
Them homies the east-side slangin that stuff and
I'm right up in the tryin to hang on and
not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen
But then
I'm down for the homies is ready to roll em up
You know, stick in a cut
And as I'm through ya set
Trip, don't get up, shot up
The gardenblock locc's, man we em layin

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