Luyện nghe bài hát Street Platoons

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Time is and my life is sick
That's how it is man at this shit
You get abused by platoons
Hit you like wind and what-cha do?
We break circles of enemies blocks get with defeat
They say no drive-by's on the
So mutha-fuckas run rival

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

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

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