Luyện nghe bài hát TorcH

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I'll trade the noise for a piece of
Uh!

that "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we in halls
Underage, weed and alcohol
Grandma shells out the driveway
One of the got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the wasn't even close
Where the girls' show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked
Now she get you for change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane
I ain't right since out the cervix
I a M can make it perfect
It came through more the one I worship
You I lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold
He got the nose
Summertime, we don't niggas in winter clothes
I swear the hood low, as the get rolls I follow the city codes
My short
Missin' them days of honey
Dollar bills in mama's
and bubble soap
This be the realest shit I
This be that ride that hunnid
Red and blue from to toe

Who needs a mothafuckin'
You see them rims
Met the devil in
through my mothafuckin' eyes

Look at my eyes, at my block
Look at my shit,
All of these lies, to my life
to my pen so
Take you want, get what you like
that window
Ain't shit raw
it? That shit raw
Look through my mothafuckin'
Vision impaired by the
No cares on my
Couple dares, is fine

This shit from 'round the house
More bagged and that roach
In granny's plastic suede
Best play cat and mouse
A minor in major
Stay servin' dope but we
you back to my Sega
Slammin' on that table
Runnin' errands for grams, the at Tam's
Forced to to a man
Before L.A. had Rams
Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the
black as a crow, got banned from every hood store
My haters came for the better and money for the loads
Concrete we rose, you wasn't built from this mold
Fucked up the game with many
been a loc since Henry O
I'm ten toes, you role
I do shit for lifers way before
Jehri curls, cut Dickies and smoke
Got so many the world knows, shit
Don't worry 'bout no witness, homies go under oath
But our were big, homie
The world done flipped on me, took my soul then on me

Who needs a mothafuckin'
You see my rims
Met the devil in
Look through my mothafuckin'

Look at my eyes, look at my
at my shit, cold
All of these lies, to my life
to my pen so
Take what you want, get you like
that window
Ain't that raw
it? That shit raw
Look my mothafuckin' eyes
impaired by the high
No on my mind
dares, that is fine

My picture was in frame
But my had distort
My is okay
But my on point
I could be all day if you let me go, go, go, go
Oh Lord!
You know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold
No Lord!
I see at my window
My growin' short
I had no one to on
That's why that chip is so
Kinda like the king on my fallen bros, bros, bros, bros
Oh Lord!
Guess that's my curtain call, my go
Said isn't this what you wanted to see?
Ain't this what you wanted to see?