Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

I don't 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

The stench the smoke could smell so ferocious
Winos in the alley, 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, stay 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 vigils, closure if they do leave
Bullets have a name by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of challengers
Gotta have the for dookie bags and catheters
Play your cards right or be scratching off them

I know why niggas keep fucking with 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 rate merging, up and virgins
Guess you play street versions of a surgeon
beat bursting, closing down all your curtains
When don't go right, gotta question your purpose
Denim with them serpents coming to surface
EBT, zero balance,
You either in limousines or them hearses
Too bad blood, another problem emerges
You started the problem you deserved it
Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the
They Marlboro, trying to them, they be the cancer
Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga
Like name Liu Kang, that be the mantra
Stop, look, listen, that's the words to by
Know you gotta stake your claim, like a
90059, nigga, why

I don't know why 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

A force from the rap game my nigga, this ain't a
There's no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and
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 talk to you, the convo?
Don't think fast, you end up a combo
Think situations is calm, then they bomb
in the bando, it's either death or jail
Something you never planned for, dreaming Lambos
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a
Straight up out the 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 up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of this in one zip code, the streets hot

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