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 road, way through

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

The stench from the smoke could so ferocious
in the alley, nearly slumped over
Demons in they eyes, glassy, no
Wake up sober, kill you for a one
Snotty nosed rascals, big toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, over
like Velcro, stay attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, and a new weave
All they gotta spend expands, and some loose
Niggas taking chances, with two P's
No one's a simp, weak or strong do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if do leave
Bullets have a defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie and catheters
Play your right or be scratching off them calendars

I don't know why niggas keep with me
These streets 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 play versions of a surgeon
Keep beat bursting, closing down all curtains
When shit don't go right, question your purpose
Denim with them coming back to surface
EBT, zero balance,
You either leave in or them hearses
Too bad blood, another problem emerges
You started the problem you deserved it
Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the
They Marlboro, trying to trick them, be the cancer
get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga brain
Like name Liu Kang, that be the mantra
Stop, look, listen, the words to live by
you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye
90059, nigga, why

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

A force from the rap my nigga, this ain't a circus
There's no Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey
Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out
Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them, you don't
Well and the gat talk to you, what's the convo?
Don't think fast, you end up a combo
Think situations is calm, then they though
in the bando, it's either death or jail
Something you never planned for, dreaming about
up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost
Straight up out the motherfuckin' crockpot Watts
One stops leave you with dope, is not boxed
No rats, re-rock that got them all weight
Got all they shot but got a sweet spot
Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the
All of this in one zip code, the streets hot

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