Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad spelled
Michael Jackson even passed you scrutinized
Fuck lies, say I'm lucified
in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride come with doors be suicide?
Or the thighs on my whores, they be
and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side
Now all hail to the Lord you do to God
Who am I? Lord
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat
Capo Head Hancho, now my colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the en todo caso
It's you heard, God spoke
I've seen the ghetto
The choir like my and the preacher got my eyes low
Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from high notes
The or the rifle...goodnight folks

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

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

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

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

do we lie?
Tell me where do we
do we go?
It's all part of the