Luyện nghe bài hát TorcH [Explicit]

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

that "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we in halls
Underage, smokin' weed and
Grandma shells out the driveway
One of the got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can you spots where gangsters walk
Where real and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close
Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy
Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe,
I ain't been right out the cervix
I know a M can make it
It came through more than the one I
You I lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold
He got the runny
Summertime, we don't trust niggas in 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
and bubble soap
This be the realest I wrote
be that ride that hunnid spoke
Red and blue from to toe

Who a mothafuckin' friend?
You see mothafuckin' rims
Met the devil in
Look through my eyes

Look at my eyes, look at my
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 that raw
Ain't it? That raw
Look through my mothafuckin'
Vision by the high
No on my mind
dares, that is fine

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

Who needs a friend?
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, true to my
to my pen so
Take what you want, get you like
Open window
that shit raw
Ain't it? That raw
Look through my mothafuckin'
Vision by the high
No cares on my
dares, that is fine

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