Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

Thousand ago
We were young and we know
We were trading our for our souls
Made the
Headed back to the
But be don't drown in the gold
I it glows but it's cold

I'm from the other side of
Out of
To anybody who live around
I never learned to share or how to
I never had no about being fair

Have you ever of Black Stone around Black Stones?
And Four C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony Island on
The concrete matrix, organizations
They gave violations, public relations
It was the basics to get big
away from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and trend
the ones that fed us hopin' that the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the terror of
babies, momma's a push, we were the products of Bush
I'm wishin' for a Suzuki and a little Gucci
A bad ho to BBB do me, you of flukey?
Stokes it was folks and and dope
choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope
Rare jewels of a
Diamonds, blind so real shit we facin'
wasted on seats, Dion makin' the beats
When they air it out on at the parties we escapin' the
I could break it down like whatever you
He squinted his face and the weed

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

Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six
Folly boy, O block, east
it ain't no conversation they just let them heats ride
Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep
Used to up on that strip, I look like a street sign
I've been out there three days and I got shot at times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they out each nine
I be happy when I up and I have a free mind
I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the grab me up
But they can catch me later, I cool, chasin' paper
Where I come from ain't no if you was claimin' that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', granny us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, real shit
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm with
Better out for that jump shot cause they will hit
Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and won't shit
I came a place where it's basic but you won't make it
Feds cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
You ain't never the shit that I seen

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