Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same every day, homie
Lord please forgive me for all my
Yeah, nigga wake up to the same everyday, homie
Walk the valley of the shadow of death
No rules,

Washing my sins off in water
Feel the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got to catch
High on on drug, I'm Space Cadet
Dreaming I don't live up on the no more
Trapping trying to it out this obstacle
Life on the edge, a block away
Snow White turned eight today
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, guess who in the
Bucket hat with a strap the pilgrim uh
Kneeling down with some questions to like
Why the ones who the worst sins live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark checks
But I sense flaws, the preaching blind threats
Streets held me down, got in a Pyrex
in a four-five, I call it the clarinet
Sewer full of when the toilet digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the wall from to compadres
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, your whole body
Heat on, room of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me

Uh but if God don't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' my way

Aim that, that, pledge allegiance
Kill mine, kill yours, make it
Soul saving, Mr. Preacher
I know I only come around when it's
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas
I'm in jail or when my card declined
Uh, you answer me?
Take me out of Hell and plans for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was me and my niggas, we was trying to survive
But we would make it out alive
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven that day arrive
Running through the ally, hope the bullet don't
Car window shattered, glass on my side
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of shape belly, of 40
Spoiled only child, boy Jody
jacket on from back in the day
Praying the Lord come and take me away

Uh but if God don't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Ey yo tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a
Caught me in the airport that I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get bills my acquaintances
Yeah, money is the issue, I you
It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the
'Cause I'm a case king
at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin
No wage bet, we winning, play it again, yo
Put the bone in your jaw, now say it
Round knife, fork, the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the dispense
Revenge who make the events iller
This is more realer, you right up out of the Benz
The Wu who huddle up, coupes knows the truth
You know the woopty-woop, or group I kill niggas