Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Your Eyez Only [Explicit]

For your eyes
(for eyes)

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

For your eyes

Hey
be dying on the daily
It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences
Can't visualize myself as but a criminal
Control the block, serving up and stay subliminal
Cause young is hard headed, they letting off
of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause
Ain't no coming back, dressed in black
Plus it's hot now, the cops it's hard to flip a pack
And my gotta eat, her mama be stressing me like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet
Like I ain't out in the field that
I be low for the moment but I will bounce back
Despite the charges, to the wall I fight regardless,
Screaming "fuck the law", my life is
what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from
This is and I don't mean that hyperbolic
I try to employment even if the swiper chargeless
But these felonies be making life the
Resisting the to run up and swipe a wallet
Or run up on yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it
That's why I this sonnet
If the pressure get too for me to take and I break
Play tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
Let her know my is on it
(For eyes)
Let her my life is on
For your only

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

probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this it means unfortunately I'm no longer you
In the physical, not sure if I believe in God
But because you alive
He got me that the spiritual is real
So I can be a of you still, my pops was killed too
So I how part of you feels
Maybe you hate me, you miss me, maybe you spite me
goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me
I not, I'm tired of dope spots
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 I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
disappeared 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 I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet
That money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen, six later was handed sentence
Round the same you came in this world
Me and your mama thinking, what the we naming this girl?
I told her Nina, the prettiest that I could think of
For the prettiest thing my eyes had seen
I was nineteen, it took me two to see the trap, this crooked ass system set for me
And now it's too for me to ever be the one that set examples that were never set for me
I'm living fast, but not fast cause karma keeps catching up to me
And if my past the death of me, I hope you understand

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

In ways I could've went out, too many to count
Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges clout
Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated cause the running out
Niggas don't how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a nigga was skewed
My misshaped by new mixtapes
That the shit I learned from in the streets was true
real niggas don't speak when they beef with you
They just pull up on your street, let the heat you
And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your
I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, cops
Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't you
I pray you find a nigga with and point of views
Much broader than the corner, if not it's corner you
Into a box, where son don't even know his pops
And the cyclical nature of doing continues
My worst 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 gonna his life soon
And sadly if listening now it must mean it's true
But maybe a chance that it's not
And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable
And I can teach you this in person I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes
I love you and I hope to God I don't you
For eyes only

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

One day daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling
What he'd been dealing 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 we was children I never asked for nothing
When times was hard I never had discussions with you you to help me
I dealt with the of my actions
I know you tried to steer me away from that
But that shit was in my blood, you know my
I know your momma nigga, my love
In I never get a chance to speak again
I won't the weekends spent sleeping at your crib
That's the way I wished my family
But my crib was in the 'jects
I had to like, "Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?"
He said "Listen, I got no time to dive into
But I've been having premonitions, just call it from the other side
I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the I'm living on is borrowed
With that I'm proud to say I was a father
Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter she ready
So I'm leaving you this for your eyes only, don't you ever scratch it disrespect it
This is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other
Affected by all the mass in this nation
That sent your pops to prison he needed education
Sometimes I think segregation would've done us better
Although that means I would never be brought 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 barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told
Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 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 from up them grams to serving Os
Now your daddy was a real nigga, not he was hard
Not because he lived a life of crime and sat some bars
Not because he fuck the law, although that was true
Your daddy was a nigga 'cos he loved you"
For your only