Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, food with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a
Left me hopeless don't exist
And neighbor got a fence
With bars and windows, my slavin' for the rent
dices, GT dyno pool
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
This the of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a magnet
She learned to package
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I this
Your favorite rapper broke, he get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93
He fool the people
Man

The joke's on you,
The loc is on you,
I warned you, karma
thoughts and marijuana, it's karma

Ain't nothin' changed but the
Let's put our away from gangs
Crips and the old and new slaves
Shit we even our names
Trying something, new shame we bang
But yo, ain't hearin' me
My facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in dark
Your mind, it greys your
I these rhymes days apart
Most of us caught before we can expand our
How grandmother see your corpse?
How your big homie make life a book?
Left you for dead cause he ain't you, right
But I'm fade him, right
Let's put the rags and raise our kids
put the guns down and blaze a spliff
Let's do it now, no buts or ifs
It a Blood to get me Pringle chips
You can to fly or take the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both
Man

The on you, mothafucka
The loc is on you,
I warned you, karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, it's