Luyện nghe bài hát Hellrazor

Major, hell, motherfuckin',
one goes out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah
Mama a hellrazor, born thuggin'
and mean, muggin' at sixteen

On the scene, watchin' buggin'
Kickin' up with the older G's
Soakin' up the game that was to me
I ain't never touched a gat I couldn't shoot

I learned not to the bitch from the prostitutes
Was lessons, a young nigga askin' questions
While other suckers was guessin', I was for sexin'
wasn't meant for me, can't regret it

I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin'
And I'm buckin', blastin', straight
Mobbin' through the overpass
While these motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt

jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
Can Ya feel me? I keep my on the trigger
'Cause nigga tried to kill me
And Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' paid

Police on my pager, stressin'
A fugitive, my occupation is question
Wanted for investigation and even though I'm marked for
I'ma spark I lose my breath

Motherfuckers, every time I see the
I see my picture, when a gettin' richer
come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap
And they wonder why it's hard black
Dear can Ya feel me? Gettin' major, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major
Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major
Lord, be my Savior, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major
Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin'
Lord, be my Savior, uh

Mama raised a
Dear Lord, can Ya me? Stress gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin'
Tell me Lord, can Ya me? Show a sign

Damn, running outta time, everybody's dyin'
Mama raised a hellrazor, figure
Why you let the police beat niggaz?
I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is
While the po' babies restin' in the graves
God, come, the youth

Ain't else to do but have faith in You
Dear Lord, I live the of a thug, hope You understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my
And my on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic

Crooked cop killin' Glock, me Lord
Can Ya me? Show a way
I'm prayin' but my enemies won't go
And I turn, I see niggaz burn

Every nigga that I on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he a price
young motherfucker doin' triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin'
If my nigga the truth he'd hit the roof
Just ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama

Wanna my Loc out, smokin' blunts
Gettin' drunk off that gin
'Bout to break my out the fuckin' pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uh,

C'mon, uh, Mama a hellrazor
Uh, dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress gettin'
Lord, be my Savior, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major
Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord, be my Savior, uh

raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Dear Lord, can Ya hear me? It's me
A nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin', Please come and me

The whole world done a nigga crazy
I got my three-five-seven, control it
Screamin' die and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause

Thug motherfucker, duck, quick
Now, am I If I am, don't worry me
Do or die gettin' high 'til the me
Lord, if Ya hear me, tell me why

Little girl LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just the shot
Her little body take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news, I see busta killin' 'Tasha

Now, I'm screamin', Fuck the
In the end, it's my friends, that
Lip-locked on my dick my shit drop
Thug Life, motherfucker, I shots

Every on my block dropped two cops
Lord, can Ya hear me? When I die
Let a be strapped, fucked up and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug

like a motherfuckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for
I got the to fight, now
Mama raised a why cry
That's life in the ghetto, do or die