Luyện nghe bài hát Whats on your mind 2

Yeah, I want to this song to Jonathan Myers,
Morris Peterson, Smith, and Matthew Hingle.
What's on yo

No demonstration on nation, as a murderfest
Got us locked in the jailcell, the others was put to rest
I had no teacher, it was my pops had passed away
me a sweet and snapped his fingers, he was gone away
My house is hell, I used bail down on ?Acre? street
Whole hood on ABC, pops in
Caught in the system, a victim of his shorty's past
His a killa on the for reala, you best to watch yo stash
What's on my mind, is my brotha's Rodney King?
Coulda Shoestring, instead the devil chose Malice Green
Can't go to sleep, not too deep cause I be shots,
Down on my block bodies drop, it'll stop
The ghetto drama for yo is a wicked sin
God save her soul, don't wanna say it but my a fiend
in the rain, can't take the pain, the stress is kickin in
Mack's in the pen cause it was all about his
was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes buckle
A swollen knuckle, lockin up was the ghetto
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now tell me on yo mind

Chorus: me, tell me, what's on yo mind? (2X)
(What's on my mind, on my mind,
Was it the chrome, too ??? the crime?)

Apply the pressure, drastic measures made the fall
One shot to the head, before fled, they made em beg and crawl
Can't stop the thunder in my mind, so who the storm?
I fill my body full of and dank to keep it warm
Please the killin, Lord a killa's what I'm born to be
My mind's on murder God, are all a see
Please set me free from all the that haunt my mind
Why do the righteous, poor, and black all the time?
My mother talks to me, and me, ";Stop the violent killin";
hard all day, tryin to make my pay
Now how you I'm feelin?
What's on my mind, it's sad, look so in kid's faces
Knowin their daddy's doin 20 for some drug
Never knew my so I never could respect a man
Learned to cook up drugs and hold my ground other yougsters ran
be a man, so my plan is to pursue my dreams
My family's eat so I'm gon keep on feedin fiends
Know what I mean, the routine almost everyday
Law's pushin me, so I'm gon keep on hay
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no to drop a dime,
My blind, now tell me, what's on yo mind?

Chorus: Tell me, tell me, what's on yo (2X)
(What's on my mind, on my mind,
Was it the chrome, too ??? the crime?)

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Try to stop these fires, but they got me trapped the fence
Wanna represent his death, cause murder's I'm up against
It makes no sense to me, the troubles that run my head
Wakin up in the mornin, knowin the grave become my bed
I shoulda fled, but from my problems, I get away
No when or where I go, they're with me everyday
I'm shootin the and drinkin the liquor to set my mind free
And tryin to find a piece of my mind, where problems find me
No what, I'm stuck, my mind is trapped inside the sin
So I my anger through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pin
so called friends
ain't really your friends because they don't true
Besides the and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for you?
Cash or credit, gotta get it, be po no mo
Some gangstas roll into the heaven's say no no mo
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now tell, me on yo mind?