Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

I don't know why niggas keep fucking me
These 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 slumped
Demons in eyes, glassy, no Folgers
up sober, kill you for a cold one
Snotty rascals, big ratchet toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, over
Something like Velcro, attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, riding for the cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new
All they gotta spend expands, and some loose
Niggas taking chances, with two P's
No a simp, weak or strong they do bleed
light vigils, closure if they do leave
Bullets have a defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and
Play your cards right or be scratching off them

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

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

I don't know why keep fucking with me
streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my
Look both ways, I'm supposed 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 to you, what's the convo?
Don't think fast, you end up a combo
Think situations is calm, then bomb though
Sleeping in the bando, it's either death or
Something you never for, dreaming about Lambos
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a
Straight up out the motherfuckin' crockpot Watts
One stops you with dope, socks is not boxed
No rats, re-rock that got them all weight
Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet
Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the
All of this in one zip code, the streets hot

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