Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

Took my on this road, you too
I took my mind on this road, way
I take your on this road, you do
I my mind on this road, way through

I don't know why niggas keep with me
These make it so hard to breathe
and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm to go
Ah, shit, get out my

The stench from the smoke could so ferocious
Winos in the alley, slumped over
Demons in eyes, glassy, no Folgers
Wake up sober, kill you for a one
Snotty nosed rascals, big toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, over
Something like Velcro, attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, and a new weave
All they gotta spend expands, and some knees
taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's
No one's a simp, weak or strong they do
Candle light vigils, closure if do leave
Bullets have a defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different
Gotta have the for dookie bags and catheters
your cards right or be scratching off them calendars

I don't know why niggas keep fucking me
These streets make it so to breathe
and my lows
Look ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my

These waters are murky, they lurking
Murder rate merging, up and down
Guess you gotta street versions of a surgeon
Keep beat bursting, closing all your curtains
When shit don't go right, gotta question purpose
Denim with them serpents coming to surface
EBT, zero balance,
You either leave in limousines or them
Too much bad blood, another problem
You the problem you motherfucking deserved it
Politicking, a lot of liquor, be the answer
They Marlboro, to trick them, they be the cancer
Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga
Like name Liu Kang, that be the mantra
Stop, look, listen, that's the to live by
Know you stake your claim, like a rib-eye
90059, nigga, why

I don't why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so to breathe
and my lows
Look ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my

A force the rap game my nigga, this ain't a circus
There's no Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey
ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out lately
Bitch niggas get hat brought to them, you don't communicate
Well hands and the gat talk to you, the convo?
think fast, you end up getting a combo
Think situations is calm, they bomb though
in the bando, it's either death or jail
Something you never planned for, dreaming Lambos
up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost
Straight up out the motherfuckin' it's Watts
One leave you with dope, socks is not boxed
No rats, re-rock that got all losing weight
Got all they teeth shot but got a spot
Gotta up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of this in one zip code, keep the hot

I don't know why keep fucking with me
These streets it so hard to breathe
and my lows
Look ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my