Luyện nghe bài hát Headphones

But it's OK, cause we go hard, you know, why the streets for.

I the pressure in pain, you may think I'm insane,
feel like a hit your brain, when they mention my name.

Oh no no we not the same, this streets shit in my vein, you start catching cases when you start your game,
now they dressing the plate, they arrest any day, sent my brother to the pit and learn his again.

There's no in the refrigerator or I feel up the plate,
OK, lets load up our nigga haters and get of the chain, ma ma ma Martin king,
Malcolm X I'm next these crackerz either gon me or they gon gimme respect.

Tired of breaking my neck, standing out on this balcony like all you gon get,
for I calling the calvary attention, there be no one after me,
none of these is half of me, give me half of your salary bitch.

I'm riding coach class get my ass home,
first class ain't talking shit, where's my headphones.

Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you, I'm sorry my headphones [4x]

Push your head in the rain, jumpin top in the sun, at the of the barrel,
but I know I'm the one, for my kingdom they come, yes king david is here,
after knocking goliath, there is no one I fear.

Lord mercy on me, pa put this cursing on me,
I know crazy but I forgive my worse enemy, for him not know who I be, so him not know what he do, and when you stand at his casket know it that could be you, meet ya.

Keep our lips concealed the problem we do, truth matter is if we get caught we through, something like Adam and Eve just dont eat the fruit, aint no age limit in this weak recruit, come on.

Single five line walking this mind field,
all these lamp out there life, but my real.
Still in class tryna get my ass home,
class ain't talking about shit,
where's my fuckin headphones.

Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you, I'm sorry where's my headphones