Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Your Eyez Only [Explicit]

For your eyes
(for eyes)

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

For eyes only

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

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

probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're this it means unfortunately I'm no longer with you
In the physical, not even if I believe in God
But you still alive
He got me praying that the spiritual is
So I can be a of you still, my pops was killed too
So I how part of you feels
Maybe you me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me
Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just me
I hope not, I'm tired of dope
And that smoke rocks
I've seen far too many niggas rot
I'm writing this 'cause me and the had a dance
I see death round the corner, apologizing in
know if I ever had a chance
At a glance I'm a failure, to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had once, my eyes had a gleam once
disappeared by the age of eight years
My Pops shot up, related
Mama
So Granny raised me in where thugs was hanging
Blood was staining the
Older niggas I loved talked like was above maintaining a time sheet
That money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen, six years later was sentence
Round the same time you came in this
Me and your mama thinking, what the we naming this girl?
I told her Nina, the prettiest name I could think of
For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever
I was nineteen, it me two felonies to see the trap, this crooked ass system set for me
And now it's too late for me to be the one that set examples that were never set for me
I'm living fast, but not fast enough cause karma catching up to me
And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you

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

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

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

One day your daddy called me, me he had a funny feeling
he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling
I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't
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
When times was hard I never had discussions with you you to help me
I dealt the repercussions of my actions
I know you tried to steer me away from that
But shit was in my blood, you know my life
I know your nigga, send my love
In case I never get a chance to speak
I won't forget the weekends spent at your crib
That's the way I wished my family
But my granny crib was in the
I had to like, "Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?"
He said "Listen, I got no time to dive descriptions
But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the side
I got a I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed
With that said I'm to say I was a father
Write my story and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready
So I'm you this record for your eyes only, don't 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 mass incarceration in nation
That sent pops to prison when he needed education
Sometimes I this segregation would've done us better
Although that means I would never be brought into this world 'cos my daddy was so thrilled 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
Girl your was a real nigga, not 'cos he was cold
Not because he was the first to get pussy twelve years old
Not becuase he used to come through in the Caddy on some
Not 'cause he went bagging up them grams to serving Os
Now your was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard
Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind bars
Not because he screamed the law, although that was true
Your daddy was a real nigga he loved you"
For your only