Luyện nghe bài hát Angelic Wars

No ego trippin', just old
All up when I'm cold
'Cause pain up on my seems to be all I feel
Watchin' my fall apart was all I never wanted to see

'Cause I got love for one
I'd for my only brother
Even though he be wrong
At times, I'm gon' do I got to do

To come every scary moment
Just brought us closer kept us down
them days
When southwest Atlanta wasn't 'round

So out the to wet it
And say they actin' brains,
And steady stackin' and packin'
And is tired, and set it off

I don't be sittin' in a slangin' lil' peewees
Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to up my re-up money"
See, I used to my shoes until I couldn't no more
Now I hit the store, the lace get tore

I wear Calhoun 'cause I don't like Calvin
I to my folks
To make you think this 'bout my third
This to be the times
When the moon and the sky purple
So watch this full

Black touch red
Red wire touch
Me and Big Slate got this drop wit some backs
And I'm thinkin' how much I make

He get the rims, I get the and we leave him the tapes
Ya know I'm sayin'
Who gives a about catchin' a charge
been a while since I seen my boys

One time for my patnas who got out
on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away, okay
(That's right)
I got to say
Two times for the crook who just got

It done got so quiet now, I can a rat piss
On cotton, one spoiled the whole
Barrel
What it when you see the sun and the moon shinin'

At the time
This God's way, you dug your own
The path was laid
But you to go astray

Ay, out the war
Wakin' up in a sweat
the same ol' skit
Genocide from the inside, a pit

You lie, never killed
Let's take it to the ol' school, no you
Hands like a dog shittin' fish hooks
Don't

Can't help the look
It came with the
I used to steal from my
But now I'm

Went through the neighborhood rat's books, ooh
You missin' of value
We you, got you
Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets

Nobody knows the trouble I done
My homeboy MD write me from the
24-7, hell or heaven, it no tellin'
it be mo' sunshine for the two time felon
They gave him 10, do 3, seven year
Lord us not, unto no temptation

Yall how it be
You make a move, lay yourself on the street
understand me
They don't care 'bout you

In that cold
Can't do but take what them folk give me
I'm dead
Them folk givin' away
Just to show us the good Lord keep lettin' the

One time for niggas who got out today
And my on stokes
Raw westward Olympian Way
Uh, huh and I got to say
Two times for the crook who got away

Uh, huh, that
Uh, huh, that