Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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Gold teeth on my silver
Frosted on the paint job
Country boy that pit of goons
White that you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen sippin' of St. Ides
Fifth grade a switchblade
Pentagrams on my fake
Levis the thrift shop
Busta Rhymes on my feet,
back in the [?] now
Clay in my cleats, WHAT
all in the J O B
Flame tip to that cheaba
Seeds poppin' like Bama
Meet in these green Adidas
Grass stains from the walk
Cargo pants of M80's
Crushed in my watch pocket
No dope to [?]
Geeked up, out
Tired eyed, brain
full, lips out
Mushrooms, dried
Backwoods cannot the dope
Gotta half an O in a crystal
Young girls in a web
Brainwashed liked a
some of this blood soup
Kinfolk just me and you
mates with a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the bitch is

Light switch, nah
They the motherfucking power off
that a bitch, fuck ya'll
Gotta get my neighbor up just to make a
Light switch, fuck
grab a notepad, I'mma write it off
That's bitch, I'mma turn it off
Looking at this shit, it's like click to a switch

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Out to my old with that tall-boy
Drink it down to the bath
Ice on the floorboard
Role models get that
My whole motto was just
it off and just get mad
Either way I'm up on the
for cars to throw bricks at
Anarchy is in my
fingers and pipe bombs
That's how I entertained
no dad, right mom?
Fishing on the hat brim
Grease under my white
Hard truth to this false
Learned quick to fight
Give to the microwave
I'm a when I'm home alone
Tryin' a cook a peel for me and Betty to smoke on
Tin foil with a big bend no smoke, hood smoke
the [?] I was packing res' with [?]
Skull up with them cross that's no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in deep south go pop pills like Pablo
Don't speak they heat manage
Crime and them pine cops
And the black suit with them mag
We them boys in the pine box

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Trench coats in the
That man's got an old gun
But Pop left, got them safe keys
That age gap is a short
all in that grave sight
Tears on that Jesus piece
Black clothes, Cash
Come and you leave in peace
stripes, red stripes
White stars, blue
That banner's up in that park
Them pigs flashing them blue
motherfucker
Power and they pat you down
Stunt ya with a steel cage
That'll make a grown man act a
Tire treads on them roads
Old school them rusty hoods
Baby seats of crystal meth
risk but the money's good
Sherm sticks in the bosses
I smoke by the case
Watching all of this in my
To the butt, nothing to waste
Grease trap of the pit
Oh how they just it
Hoods dropping like flies
They got a plan for you, wait for it
That statue was a major
But man I feel
Took this like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I