Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

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

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

The from the smoke could smell so ferocious
Winos in the alley, slumped over
Demons in eyes, glassy, no Folgers
Wake up sober, you for a cold one
Snotty rascals, big ratchet toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's
Something Velcro, stay attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, for the blue cheese
All for the Gram, and a new weave
All they spend expands, and some loose knees
Niggas taking chances, with two P's
No a simp, weak or strong they do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if do leave
Bullets a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and
Play your cards or be scratching off them calendars

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

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

I don't why niggas keep fucking 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

A from the rap game my nigga, this ain't a circus
There's no Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey
Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out
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
Think situations is calm, then they though
Sleeping in the bando, it's either death or
Something you never planned for, dreaming about
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a
Straight up out the crockpot it's Watts
One stops you with dope, socks is not boxed
No rats, re-rock got them all losing weight
Got all they shot but got a sweet spot
call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of in one zip code, keep the streets hot

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