Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

Thousand ago
We were young and we didn't
We were our crowns for our souls
the sacrifice
Headed to the light
But be careful drown in the gold
I know it glows but cold

I'm from the side of town
Out of
To anybody who live around
I never to share or how to care
I never had no teachings about fair

Have you ever heard of Black around Black Stones?
And Four C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony Island on
The matrix, street organizations
They gave violations, public relations
It was the basics to get big
Stay away from cases, bad broads, good
The hustles was the taste and trend setters
They the ones that fed us that the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the terror of
Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the products of
I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a Gucci
A bad ho to BBB do me, you of flukey?
Stokes it was folks and coke and
Fiends choked off of smoke, and rope
Rare of a generation
Diamonds, blind enough so real we facin'
Forties wasted on seats, Dion the beats
When they air it out on at the parties we the heat
I could break it down like whatever you
He squinted his and rolled the weed

You know they don't see
in the neighborhood
It's the exact thing
the same thing over and over again
me?

Have you ever heard of no limit, hundred, six hundred?
Folly boy, O block, east
Where it ain't no conversation they just let them ride
Can't stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody dying
Used to post up on that strip, I like a street sign
I've been out three days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free
I know haters wanna me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But they can catch me later, I cool, chasin' paper
Where I come from no hope if you was claimin' that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', raised us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', capers, that's real shit
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm with
Better watch out for that jump cause they will hit
Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and won't shit
I came from a place where it's basic but you won't it
buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
You ain't never seen the shit I seen

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