Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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Time is short and my is sick
That's how it is man look at shit
You get by street platoons
Hit you like and what-cha gonna do?
We break circles of blocks get shot with defeat
They say no on the street
So run rival sweeps

Sick platoons the streets of los
Like a typhoon
Mutha-fuckas drive by wide
And everybody you and I dies
The only guarantee in is death your last breath
Come when your famo least it
Soldier run in your song
Red strikes your back in dead 'nam
Your mind's but the scene's dead calm
And your whole thrown and wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the like that
Pants, t-shirts are creased and gats
La undercover to kill
Child of the streets run wild in war
Scheming on pigs that start
Guilty us all dirty filthy

The are flooded with budded corrupted minds running
who can't cut it
Leave the studded ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or reason for high
In blasting season one of your color bleeding
never stopping body dropping
'hood rocking window glocking zone
Defending pavement attacking, facing
Jail's enslavement shackled for justice to the
the charges stick that's it you get hit with some bid
For you did prevent and rid some kid of his chance to live
'cause of the block he in
Not giving a just trying to win your block ribbon
Glock joining street platoons like it's some fashion
Going out of style so you catch it for action
It's no joke homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause they
Locked on dope no hope for growth that's why we're
Short pocket street criminals fail to it but crime sky rockets
So where the is the profit?
Maybe in of those who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take shit back by forming neighborhood connections

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