Luyện nghe bài hát Savage Lifestyle [Explicit]

Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at this right here, this is a suburban type Jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we've been seeing this all night

It's a trap, a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter you black?
Matter of we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets, now eyes closed
How you call the angels when it's getting beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his office his feet up
No way to dodge police
Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's
Mexicans hoppin' the in the thousands
Become cholos, one button Pendletons, they
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue they gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn rows and Chucks with the red
Sun down so them Chevys 'bout to roll out
scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope house
Niggas tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the on
Kids tryna make it home street lights come on

The way we is savage
The way we live is
The way we live is
The way we is savage

So grab gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit, grab that
Grab that brick, throw it. it's time to
If you don't see black in the window, it's on fire
Start here, end up there
The smell of gun in the air
And just so we clear, this is pain and
We our own shit and we aware and don't care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't
So fuck the man, the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we waitin', fuck patience
Cause the corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the whole city out here
How can we stand and not do shit?
All this over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishin' that they was at
Asians frontin' like they business is black
Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores
Runnin' in swap for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the
Kids that was smokin' endo
Fiends in doors, stealin' Nintendos
Niggas robbin' liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt"
City burnin' but fucked up fun
guards on the corner
They know the hood, they foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops before Chris
Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, see us
Showin' the fuck out, the trucks out
Niggas down the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' what homies in
Runnin' around with Scarface guns like they was and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck gon' stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to shoppin'
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in and set this motherfucker on (fire)

The whole world watchin', Los is on (fire)
Yeah, (fire)
1992, was you for the (fire?)

Standin' on the with a brick in my hand
my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Foot Locker chained up, cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald truck at
Police cars, drivin' by niggas in mo
If you white don't at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
through the malls, give us everything polo
The first time niggas ain't have with the cholos
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture forbidden truth cause Adam never ate the fruit
your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' need more Visine
We makin' a movie better than anyone I've seen
be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we make sure that y'all remember that (fire)

The whole watchin', Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, (fire)
1992, was you for the (fire?)

Make me holla
The way do my life
me wanna holla
The way do my life
This ain't living, this ain't
No-no baby, this ain't
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no
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