Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

You are the blood flowing my fingers
All through the and up in those trees

1-9-7-9 That was the California would go blind
My Momma had a son, a automated Gun
11 pounds seven ounces Compton we come
My first in my crib
I heard somebody
A Gunshots,
some tires screeching
My reaching, what is he grabbing?
He me over in my crib,
just to get his
Is he a
That's what I'm thinking. He can't be
Bcuz he do heroin and he be
baby powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican in my kitchen cookin
like shakira
I'm in my chair,
They naked, this is R.
Think I ain't attention
cuz u me a Gerber jar?
Then my momma walked in with an box
I couldn't what it said cuz she leaned over and said...

You are the flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my said it from the start
I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those

First day of kindergarten strings for a belt
worked the graveyard, too tired,
so I myself
Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger
Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we ain't light candles
Gang of Christmas
but I ain't never seen
So I waited up one
Guess who came through my
My with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
I ain't goin for that
I got I can see em!
Cuz they wrapped
From a race to a Dre track
Don't wear no more
But a stay strapped!
The Rumour my middle school
was that I rack
wasn't a locker in that motherfucker
I ain't paint
And now I'm doughnuts in this maybach
Reminiscing bout detention, teachers to say that...