Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

I don't know why niggas fucking with me
These streets make it so to breathe
Highs and my
Look both ways, where I'm 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 nosed rascals, big ratchet
it up slowly, click, clack, it's over
Something Velcro, stay attached to corners
rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, grams and a new
All they gotta expands, and some loose knees
Niggas chances, tip-toeing with two P's
No a simp, weak or strong they do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if do leave
Bullets have a name defined by calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different
Gotta have the for dookie bags and catheters
Play your cards right or be scratching off calendars

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

These are murky, crocodiles they lurking
rate merging, up and down virgins
Guess you gotta play versions of a surgeon
beat bursting, closing down all your curtains
When don't go right, gotta question your purpose
Denim with serpents coming back to surface
EBT, balance, worthless
You either leave in limousines or hearses
Too much bad blood, problem emerges
You started the problem you deserved it
Politicking, a lot of liquor, be the answer
They Marlboro, 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
Know you gotta stake claim, like a rib-eye
90059, nigga, why

I don't know why niggas keep fucking me
streets 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 niggas get marked out daily, out lately
Bitch get they hat brought to them, you don't communicate
Well and the gat talk to you, what's the convo?
Don't think fast, you end up getting a
situations is calm, then they bomb though
Sleeping in the bando, either death or jail
Something you never for, dreaming about Lambos
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a
Straight up out the crockpot it's Watts
One stops leave you with dope, is not boxed
No rats, re-rock that got them all losing
Got all they teeth shot but got a spot
Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the
All of this in one zip code, the streets hot

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