Practice English Speaking&Listening with: Ghostface Killah - The Battlefield (feat. Kool G Rap, AZ & Tre Williams)

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Ayo, Im back after nine years, thats 36 seasons

City Stays Up for all types of reasons

Staten island aint the same shit is lame

no familiar face son, I'm dodging the game

I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwin'

Snatching me up off the block, what am i doin?

Oh, its officer Dingle and his sidekick Berry

Drive me around the hood, so i could worry

See how fucked up it is crackheads on every corner

Kids in the schoolyard smoking marijuana

I aint feelin it, this aint the way I left these blocks

And my name faded out like some old damn socks

I want respect, these streets was my playground once

I was the mack 'cross 110th on these stunts

Not once would a nigga test me or gets zesty

I would walk down the street and sneeze, they all blessed me

Been on the battlefield

For a long, long time

I can see life closing in

On this old body of mine

Yeah homie, Im the kingpin called Future

Makin' a killin in these buildings in the millions

Got em feeling like Brewster, Shit hot as Fallujah

Kids grown now, they cock Rugers

Welcome back to the sewers where new whips maneuver

No kids playing, no safe and sound havens

Theres tre pound cases, on the playground pavement

No more dudes with 22s, in their sneaker soles

Kids tote shit that leave your body, with a heap of holes

Im that neighborhood blizzard, flooding these streets with snow

Heavy iron on the ready, my shitll crease your clothes

Keep a flock of sweetest hoes, yeah, I sleeps with those

Little slum young Keyshia Coles with cheaper clothes

Undercovers all around the gutter, they creepin low

I stays ahead, kid, I toss bread like pizza dough

I keep the tef' around my torso with the piece below

That bulldog short nose, G be at peace with those, you know?

Been on the battlefield

For a long, long time

I can see life closing in

On this old body of mine

Mama Bear was a church woman, pops skated off

I was impaired, an introverted youngin, a lot changed my course

From nowhere to my first onion then them cops came across

Flashed the badge, took my stash, told my little ass get lost

Threw me off when my grind was prime time then

You could step on and stretch mines to a nine times ten

I was gone, remembering though that fine lines thin

So I studied that chessboard and we were all blind men

Dealers ran the streets, but the Ds ran them

I was a killer underneath, but needed expansion

Something to constitute being high in a coupe

The cries from my youth so I applied for the suit

Salute to the enforcer, call me officer now

Supporter of paraphernalia, I toss it around

The link to the cartel, costs is down

Its that Denzel in training day shit, caution my grounds

Been on the battlefield

for a long, long time

I can see life closing in

on this old body of mine

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