In da hood, i was rollin' wit' ma homies. I ate strawberries with my bros. After some hours I was going to da' jungle with ma' brah, we went out there lookin' for animals to shoot at, to train our aim for a real gangsta brawl. After we had trained we went to a big mountain outside our town where the brawl were supposed to be at. We went up on it, campin' as retards, we looked out for white boys wit' our guns, after like thirty minutes, some white boys came in cars, we shot at them wit' our guns and their car collapsed. They ran out of them and hide behind da' car. We laid us down to protect us from bullet when they shot at us. And when they reloaded I went up popped their heads of like a real gangstah.
We took our car and drove fast to our hood.
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