Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

I don't know why 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

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

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

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

I know 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

A force from the rap game my nigga, ain't a circus
There's no Ringling Brothers, no and Bailey
Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, out lately
Bitch niggas get hat brought to them, you don't communicate
Well hands and the gat talk to you, what's the
Don't fast, you end up getting a combo
Think is calm, then they bomb though
Sleeping in the bando, it's either death or
you never planned for, dreaming about Lambos
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a
Straight up out the crockpot it's Watts
One stops leave you with dope, is not boxed
No rats, re-rock that got them all losing
Got all they teeth but got a sweet spot
Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the
All of in one zip code, keep the streets hot

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