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Или нет, лучше не так, а так:
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nuttin left
Cause I've been brass`in and laughin so long that
Even my ma`ma thinks that my mind is gone
But I never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta low -
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin prayers in the street light
We been spending most our lives living in a Gangsta's Paradise
We been spending most our lives living in a Gangsta's Paradise
we keep spending most our lives living in a Gangsta's Paradise
we Keep spending most our lives living in a Gangsta's Paradise
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