Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, sharin' with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
me where hopeless don't exist
And neighbor got a fence
With bars and windows, my mom's for the rent
dices, GT dyno pool
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
the type of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a pussy
She learned to carry
the best at rappin', uh
Am I this
favorite rapper broke, he don't get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been in '93 though
He tryna fool the
Man

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

Ain't changed but the change
Let's put our away from gangs
Crips and Bloods the old and new
Shit we even our names
Trying something, new shame we bang
But yo, y'all hearin' me
My facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in that
mind, it greys your heart
I wrote 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 need you, right
But I'm fade him, right
put the rags down and raise our kids
Let's put the guns down and blaze a
Let's do it now, no buts or ifs
It took a Blood to get me chips
You can learn to fly or the ladder
Real shit, all lives matter, both sides
Man

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