Luyện nghe bài hát TorcH [Explicit]

Blank face, blank face, blank face, face
Blank face, blank face, blank face, face
face, blank face
I'll the noise for a piece of divine
Uh!

This "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we in halls
Underage, smokin' weed and
Grandma sweeped out the driveway
One of the got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can you spots where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even
Where the kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked
Now she get you for your change, Save-A-Hoe, mane
I ain't been right since out the
I a M can make it perfect
It came through more the one I worship
You I never lie, the be told, the dope, it gettin' sold
He got the nose
Summertime, we don't trust in winter clothes
I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I the city codes
My short
Missin' them days of oats
Dollar in mama's coat
Cartoons and bubble
This be the realest I wrote
be that ride that hunnid spoke
Red and blue head to toe

Who needs a friend?
You see them rims
Met the in disguise
Look my mothafuckin' eyes

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

This from 'round the back house
baggies bagged and that roach
In granny's suede couch
play cat and that mouse
A pitchin' in major
Stay servin' but we cater
Take you back to my
Slammin' bones on that
Runnin' for grams, the paramedics at Tam's
to grow to a man
Before L.A. had them
Went to school for the bitches, where drugs was the goal
Lungs black as a crow, got from every hood store
My haters came for the and money came for the loads
Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this
Fucked up the with many flow
I've a loc since Henry O
I'm ten toes, you movie
I do shit for lifers way before
Jehri curls, cut Dickies and smoke
Got so many bodies the world knows,
Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under
But our dreams big, homie
The world done flipped on me, took my soul then on me

Who a mothafuckin' friend?
You see my mothafuckin'
Met the in disguise
through my mothafuckin' eyes

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

My picture was in frame
But my vision had
My memory is
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 faces at my
My growin' short
I had no one to on
That's why that is so cold
Kinda like the cool king on my bros, bros, bros, bros
Oh Lord!
Guess my curtain call, my last go
Said isn't this shit you wanted to see?
this shit what you wanted to see?