Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

I don't know why keep fucking 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 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 ratchet
Give it up slowly, click, clack, over
Something like Velcro, attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new
All gotta spend expands, and some loose knees
Niggas chances, tip-toeing with two P's
No one's a simp, weak or they do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if they do
have a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different
Gotta have the stomach for bags and catheters
Play your cards right or be off them calendars

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

I know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so to breathe
Highs and my
Look ways, where 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 get marked out daily, trucked 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 think fast, you end up getting a
Think situations is calm, they bomb though
Sleeping in the bando, either death or jail
Something you never planned for, dreaming about
Wake up shivering, pillow to a lamppost
Straight up out the motherfuckin' it's Watts
One stops leave you with dope, is not boxed
No rats, that got them all losing weight
Got all they teeth shot but got a spot
Gotta call up Dr. Dre for the Detox
All of this in one zip code, keep the hot

I don't know why 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