Luyện nghe bài hát Tales From the Darkside (Remix)

Peace make me laugh!
All I is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, live by the trigger
How the do you figure?
That I can say peace and the will cease?
cop killer goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the
A scored- they could give a fuck about us
They catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the
They ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas
Cause I'm the one with the trunk of
And 'Fuck tha in the tape deck
You should listen to me there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cause it minorities
The color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the

You free Africa, I stare at yuh
Cause we got it too good in America
I can't fuck with them
My homeboy over a key of cocaine
It was plain and
The 9mm "pop" to the temple
"pop pop pop" was the sound I put the down
And ran to the bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had
So I my ass in it for a minute
Covered trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' the payback
Tonight the crew have a little fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my
It's critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, real slow
I yelled out 'Ice Cube
The kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you album
I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die
But to the light side it don't none
be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another from the dark side

in the middle of war
In the middle we
When we die, we won't Jet
+Ebony+ can't see to the side
The term they apply to us is a
Call it what you want, cause I'm from the coroner
my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's black, wanna role, sells his soul
Watch his head go
Who the fuck are they
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my
Matches the of the one on my face
As they wonder whats my waist
on the verge of them gettin' brown
That's a fact got a on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not