Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

I don't know why niggas keep with 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 smoke could smell so
Winos in the alley, nearly slumped
Demons in they eyes, glassy, no
Wake up sober, you for a cold one
Snotty nosed rascals, big toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, 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 some loose
Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing two P's
No one's a simp, weak or strong do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if do leave
have a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of challengers
Gotta the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
Play your cards right or be scratching off calendars

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

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

I don't know why niggas keep with me
These make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my
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 Ringling Brothers, no and Bailey
Clowned ass get marked out daily, trucked out lately
Bitch niggas get they hat to them, you don't communicate
Well hands and the gat to you, what's the convo?
Don't fast, you end up getting a combo
situations is calm, then they 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 it's
One stops leave you with dope, socks is not
No rats, that got them all losing weight
Got all teeth shot but got a sweet spot
Gotta up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of this in one zip code, keep the hot

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