Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight

The is on my mind
The sun'll still
But the is on my mind

So parlay I drop this rhyme

See, Jake be gettin illy when the sun get
He be coming out for heads but shit let me start
There's a-plenty in the nighttime
For the ghetto child it to be the right time
See, kids be getting stuck with jewels and fly
see the action and then start to mimic
Running to the corner, the game is blazing
Looking at the loot, it so amazing
Puts the down, to be exact one pound
He the stones in his hand, then he lets it down
money don't make none
He threw a trick on the ace now out son
Hits the local bodega to wolf a gyro
Son is on a midnight run like De
Spots a shorty rock on his block
The fiends be hounding him to so he asked it it's not
that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one
Increased intensity, cause she was a fly one
Took her to the crib there she ran her
mind upliftment and being positive
He and he sighed til 1:05
Then he finally realized that wasn't live
At least he plan on building for the evening
Threw the Fila on the dome and said 'Come on yo, we
Came out on the scene as he told her to him
Saw his man Stan the blunt in his hand
(Ah sh...) You the transaction
Brothers gettin in the weed satisfaction
Coming down the block man as (fuck)
You would Redman was inside the truck
As the night seemed darker, is on a hunt
They interrupt your cipher, and your blunt
See you left your work at so they pat you down for nothing
Why in the does 10-4 keep fronting
You push to the park even it's still dark
The kid is nice on the hoop, he said 'I'll you troop'

The is on my mind
The sun'll still
But now the is on my mind

The night is on your
Ayo the still shine
But now the night is on my

As for me I'm a animal, God concentrates
On a young black man who makes the speakers shake
The nighttime is busy, word to Aunt Kizzy
It's the time we get down, yo son, you know the
The flavas on the top with the rugged beat to it
The night makes the and the Jake can't hack it
The way the moon dangles in the sky
And the dance around, a-yo I think it's fly
Intensity, rappers don't see it
wise, musically, you gotta be it
Serenity and silence of the sounds and
In the concrete and the sun don't bungle
I think it's hard to find the words on how I
I about a deuce twenty for the Ampex steel
But let me down, I think I ran my jibs enough
Peace out to the Nation, stay and rough

The is on my mind
The still shine
The is on my mind

The is on my mind
The sun'll still
But now the is on my mind