Luyện nghe bài hát APB

Saint my city dawg. West side, was the block.
While you was in the playing with legos, I was out there trying to get blocks.
Momma gone, daddy gone, just me and my dogs.
Suwoopin, beamed up, like I'm to go play baseball.
Before you heard Jeezy boy. I was already on some trape or die.
Was a goon too, You can still see the banger in my eye.
What you know about sitting in a jail cell felonies case.
Best rolled on me took the stand, turned state.
I am a felon I can not lie hand on the Bible, to the sky.
I want to live, I ain't wanna die when they roll upon me and let bullets fly.
They could been the end dawg.
One way, hell gaze but the Lord stepped in Chose to Grace .
Could been layed in the box, dawg.
6 of my carry me, but I'm alive and the old me gone.
'Cause everyday dog I me.

Hydro-ponic Top Shelf Liver.
lil tender, I can chop down timber.
I was no pretender offender, never no surrender.
My amnesia's circumstantial, tho some I can't remember.
Those who knew me be "who he? ", they're trippin off the new me.
They like man where the ol'crae, you crazy you can't me.
I'm a party so hard that the tryin' to find me.
I to God they ain't find me. But then I hear a {whoo-whoo}
Look up in the rear view and they right me.
Roll down my window. Now "Boy your name? "
'Cause you was doing 85 in the passing lane no traffic, mane.
I give them my ID, and guess what they say.
"This boy here crazy, nah that's Crae".
I was psycho, wild as the hundreds.
I-Go/ago like the Chi, doing I wanted.
Until I was confronted, heard Jesus and I changed.
They man what you do, talkin bout you just ain't the same.
I was dead, The old me was but a sucker.
the life out of my mother, just to get the stuff I wanted.
Now I'm milk carton status and if you explain it.
Put the APB out on me, if you me, that's amazing.