Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Frame

Reminiscing 'bout my niggas that died man
Goin' through pictures and it's up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back when we was but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain
His first offense, judge gave him all that man
He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad she don't know the man
I run with shooters and murder on they mind-frame, hey

Thinkin' 'bout you as I'm scrolling through my log
Your number still in my but I can't call y'all
my niggas to the streets and it wasn't even worth it
Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that me, hey
Free Big Larry and nigga that went fed man
wish that time on nobody, fuck what they said man
Wouldn't ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own
I saw my vision, I painted it, my own lane, hey
Shawty one of my niggas in my circle
I to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn hoes be hoes, nobody perfect
Cut a real nigga cloth, I'm fuck shit allergic
say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame fucked up
I won't put my trust in no one but this on me with one up
I was posted them packs on me all light until the sun up
Don't fall for nothin', always stand up, that's how I'm gon' my sons up hey

Reminiscing 'bout my that done died man
Goin' through pictures and it's fuckin' up my
Thinkin' back when we was but we still maintained
Accepting from my niggas in the chain gang
His offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin' and fuckin' up his mind-frame
His real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man
I run with shooters and murder on they mind-frame, hey

Niggas out here sending threats so it's on my dome
They pull up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on songs
My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil girl
She built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just sent my nigga a to penitentiary, now he straight
'Cause my lil homie paid in full, know he beat the case
Took my out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer
In with the Dolphins, BGE 'til we in coffins
Mind-frame on I don't
nineteen, I'm so aware
You can and you can stare
It's blood on me, you a hair
Niggas crossed me, said me
me really what it was
Now callin', tryna talk
But I can't that love, nah

Reminiscing 'bout my niggas done died man
Goin' pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still
Accepting calls my niggas in the chain gang
His offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad she don't know the man
I run with shooters and it's on they mind-frame, hey