Luyện nghe bài hát Abortion

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I see you with your palms in your
But me, me, see me, I got the in my hands
I it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a

I know name, yeah
Your name is
We in the belly of the
And she 'bout abortion

1]
I woke up this morning, d*ck black
my blunt in my Grammy Award
You can save bullshit on your memory card
If this real n*gga business, then you n*ggas
Jumped on the celly, Machiavelli
He says he was gravy, I say I was
Looked in the mirror, "You's an ill n*gga"
Then I ran to the money like track and field
Now I think I'll have me a coffee six sugars
In a world full of and d*ck pullers
I'm tryna walk a line but the line crooked
I'm shooting for the stars, dodge bullets
Yeah, I bought a brand new
The is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes
Sometimes we shit that there is no answer to
But I built a house on "I don't give a f*ck" Avenue

I see you with palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my
I make it on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a

I know name, yeah
name is unimportant
We in the of the beast
And she 'bout abortion

2]
Down on the ceiling, up at the bed
Life is a gamble better check the point
And when life sucks, I enjoy the head
I'm so sick of these n*ggas, I need
Smoking on a hallelujah, you Jesus
me focus on the future and not the previous
Double R, I'm a rebel with a
Sometimes you gotta fight the devil a demon
Blood is in the and it is up to my knees
Underground shit, I see myself as a
in the glass, and everybody's looking
But how can you get the picture, if you know who took it?
This current affairs, but who the hell
Everybody's fighting over positions, chairs
On the road to redemption, you use a few spares,
I'm just ready so I come prepared

I your name, yeah
Your name is
We in the belly of the
And she thinking 'bout

And the rockets red glare, the bombs in air
Life is a roller coaster, but still
A blessing in disguise is right before our
But since it is in disguise, we don't know it's there

And I see you with your palms in pants
But me, me, see me, I got the in my hands
I make it on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a

I know name...