Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

Took my on this road, you too
I my mind on this road, way through
I take your mind on road, you do
I took my mind on this road, way

I don't know why niggas keep fucking me
streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my
Look ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my

The stench from the could smell so ferocious
Winos in the alley, nearly over
in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers
Wake up sober, kill you for a one
Snotty nosed rascals, big toters
it up slowly, click, clack, it's over
Something like Velcro, attached to corners
rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new
All they gotta spend expands, and loose knees
taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's
No one's a simp, weak or they do bleed
light vigils, closure if they do leave
Bullets have a name defined by calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different
have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
Play your cards right or be scratching off them

I don't why niggas keep fucking with me
streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my
Look both ways, where I'm to go
Ah, shit, get out my

These waters are murky, crocodiles lurking
rate merging, up and down virgins
Guess you gotta street versions of a surgeon
Keep beat bursting, closing down all your
shit don't go right, gotta question your purpose
Denim with serpents coming back to surface
EBT, balance, worthless
You either in limousines or them hearses
Too much bad blood, another emerges
You started the problem you motherfucking it
Politicking, a lot of liquor, be the answer
They Marlboro, trying to trick them, be the cancer
Gotta get loose change, you gotta kick a nigga brain
Like name Liu Kang, that be the mantra
Stop, look, listen, the words to live by
Know you stake your claim, like a rib-eye
90059, nigga, why

I don't know why keep fucking with me
These streets make it so to breathe
Highs and my
Look both ways, where I'm to go
Ah, shit, get out my

A from the rap game my nigga, this ain't a circus
There's no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and
Clowned ass get marked out daily, trucked out lately
niggas get they hat brought to them, you don't communicate
Well and the gat talk to you, what's the convo?
Don't think fast, you end up getting a
Think situations is calm, they bomb though
in the bando, it's either death or jail
Something you never planned for, dreaming Lambos
Wake up shivering, pillow to a lamppost
up out the motherfuckin' crockpot it's Watts
One stops leave you dope, socks is not boxed
No rats, that got them all losing weight
Got all they teeth shot but got a spot
call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of this in one zip code, keep the hot

I don't why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so to breathe
and my lows
Look ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my