Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad suicide
Michael Jackson even cause you scrutinized
Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm
in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride come with that be suicide?
Or the thighs on my whores, be super-sized?
Good and bad happen, wars, nigga a side
Now all hail to the Lord you do to God
Who am I? Lord
Painting vivid pictures, me Basquiat Picasso
Capo Hancho, now my following's colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en todo
It's like you heard, God
seen the ghetto gospel
The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my low
Shits to Jane to make me see from singing high notes
The or the rifle...goodnight folks

Bloody ink on my pen suicide
Kurt Cobain died cause you scrutinize
It's a fine between truth and lies
Jesus never lied, still was crucified
That's why I never judge nigga
Life's a bitch, but that bitch in with other niggas
3 to a bed, sheets, no covers
Dirty kitchen, no supper in the nigga
niggas, wassup my niggas
So my new is like "Fuck the niggas!"
I up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas
I don't trust them niggas, got no love for niggas

Had the gold shining like them southern niggas
Kept it trilla, now the whole world with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like niggas
Now your world is in my palm, take niggas

I shall pour, Lord pick me up
Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy
Ever since diapers and my zip-me-ups
Now I'm on my own, y'all, wish me luck

Where do we
Tell me where do we
do we go?
It's all of the plan

Where do we
me where do we stand?
do we go?
It's all part of the