Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

I know 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 could smell so ferocious
Winos in the alley, nearly over
Demons in they eyes, glassy, no
up sober, kill you for a cold one
Snotty rascals, big ratchet toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's
Something like Velcro, attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue
All for the Gram, grams and a new
All they gotta spend expands, and loose knees
Niggas chances, tip-toeing with two P's
No one's a simp, weak or strong do bleed
Candle light vigils, if they do leave
Bullets a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, of different challengers
Gotta the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
your cards right or be scratching off them calendars

I know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so to breathe
and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm to go
Ah, shit, get out my

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

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

A from the rap game my nigga, this ain't a circus
no Ringling 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 getting a
Think situations is calm, then they though
in the bando, it's either death or jail
Something you never planned for, about Lambos
Wake up shivering, next to a lamppost
up out the motherfuckin' crockpot it's Watts
One leave you with dope, socks is not boxed
No rats, that got them all losing weight
Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet
Gotta call up Dr. Dre for the Detox
All of this in one zip code, keep the hot

I don't why niggas keep 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