Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Your Eyez Only

For eyes only
(for eyes)

For your eyes only, for eyes only
(for eyes)

For your only

Hey
Niggas be on the daily
It seems my dreams for far too long, the consequences deadly
Can't visualize myself as nothing but a
Control the block, up rocks and stay subliminal
Cause young niggas is hard headed, they off
Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what can cause
Ain't no back, family dressed in black
Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's to flip a pack
And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her
Like I ain't out in the field that
I might be low for the moment but I will bounce
the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless,
Screaming "fuck the law", my life is
what you call it
Ain't got to be no to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven
This is hell and I don't mean hyperbolic
I try to find employment even if the chargeless
But these felonies be making the hardest
Resisting the temptation to run up and a wallet
Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and it
That's why I write this
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I
Play this tape for my and let her know my life is on it
Let her my life is on it
(For eyes)
Let her know my is on
For your eyes

For eyes do you understand
For your eyes do you me
For your do you understand
For eyes do you understand me
For eyes do you understand
For your do you understand me
For your do you understand
For your eyes do you me

You're probably grown now so song'll hit you
If hearing this it means unfortunately I'm no longer with you
In the physical, not even sure if I in God
But because you still
He got me praying that the spiritual is
So I can be a of you still, my pops was killed too
So I know how of you feels
you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me
Life goes in cycles, maybe date a nigga just like me
I not, I'm tired of dope spots
And fiends that smoke
I've far too many niggas hopes rot
I'm writing 'cause me and the devil had a dance
I see round the corner, apologizing in advance
Don't know if I ever had a
At a glance I'm a failure, to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam
Innocence by the age of eight years
My Pops shot up, drug
Mama
So raised me in projects where thugs was hanging
was staining the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was maintaining a time sheet
slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed
Round the same you came in this world
Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming girl?
I told her Nina, the prettiest name I could think of
For the prettiest my eyes had ever seen
I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap, this crooked ass set for me
And now it's too late for me to ever be the one set examples that were never set for me
I'm fast, but not fast enough cause karma keeps catching up to me
And if my becomes the death of me, I hope you understand

For your eyes do you
For eyes do you understand me
For eyes do you understand
For your do you understand me
For your do you understand
For your eyes do you me
For your do you understand
For your eyes do you me

In several ways I went out, too many to count
Was it the trigger happy crackers that the give clout
Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated the cash running out
Niggas don't know how to act in a
See baby I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new
That confirmed the shit I from in the streets was true
That real niggas don't speak when beef with you
They pull up on your street, let the heat have you
And if a real nigga hungry he eat your food
I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking
Ducking rules, hugging blocks don't love you
I pray you a nigga with goals and point of views
Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' you
Into a box, where your son even know his pops
And the cyclical of doing time continues
My worst fear is one day that you home from school and see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news
I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna his life soon
And sadly if you're listening now it must it's true
But maybe there's a chance it's not
And this album remains in a hard drive like valuable jewels
And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own
I love you and I hope to God I don't you
For eyes only

For eyes
For eyes only
For eyes
For your only
For your eyes do you

One day your daddy me, told me he had a funny feeling
What he'd dealing with lately, he wasn't telling
I tried to pick his brains, he wasn't revealing
But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was
He said "Jermaine, I knew since we was children I asked for nothing
times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me
I dealt with the repercussions of my
I know you to steer me away from that shit
But shit was in my blood, you know my life
I know your momma nigga, my love
In case I never get a chance to speak
I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your
the way I wished my family lived
But my crib was in the 'jects
I had to interject like, "Nigga what you talking Fuck is you getting at?"
He said "Listen, I got no to dive into descriptions
But I've been having premonitions, just it visions from the other side
I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm on is borrowed
With that said I'm to say I was a father
Write my story down and if I pass go it for my daughter when she ready
So I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only, you ever scratch it disrespect it
This perspective is a real one, another lost son
I dedicate these words to you and all the children
Affected by all the incarceration in this nation
That sent your pops to prison he needed education
Sometimes I think segregation would've done us better
Although means I would never be brought into this world 'cos my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl to take back to Jonesborough with
Little Zach and Cole World one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told
your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was cold
Not because he was the first to get some twelve years old
Not becuase he used to through in the Caddy on some vogues
Not 'cause he went from bagging up grams to serving Os
Now daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard
Not because he lived a life of crime and sat some bars
Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was
Your daddy was a real 'cos he loved you"
For eyes only