Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

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

The stench from the could smell so ferocious
in the alley, nearly slumped over
Demons in eyes, glassy, no Folgers
Wake up sober, you for a cold one
Snotty nosed rascals, big 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 gotta spend expands, and some loose knees
taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's
No a simp, weak or strong they do bleed
Candle light vigils, if they do leave
Bullets have a name defined by calibers
jungle, beware of different challengers
Gotta have the for dookie bags and catheters
Play your right or be scratching off them calendars

I don't know why niggas 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

waters are murky, crocodiles they lurking
Murder rate merging, up and down
Guess you play street versions of a surgeon
Keep beat bursting, closing down all your
When shit don't go right, gotta your purpose
Denim with them serpents coming to surface
EBT, zero balance,
You either in limousines or them hearses
Too much bad blood, another problem
You the problem you motherfucking deserved 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 brain
Like your name Liu Kang, that be the
Stop, look, listen, the words to live by
Know you gotta stake your claim, a rib-eye
90059, nigga, why

I don't know why niggas keep fucking me
These streets make it so to breathe
and my lows
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 Barnum and
Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out
Bitch get they hat brought to them, you don't communicate
Well hands and the gat talk to you, what's the
Don't fast, you end up getting a combo
Think situations is calm, then bomb though
Sleeping in the bando, either death or jail
Something you never planned for, dreaming about
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a
Straight up out the motherfuckin' it's Watts
One stops leave you with dope, socks is not
No rats, re-rock got them all losing weight
Got all they teeth shot but got a spot
call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of this in one zip code, the streets hot

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