Luyện nghe bài hát APB

Saint Louis my city dawg. side, was the block.
While you was in the playing with legos, I was out there trying to get blocks.
Momma gone, gone, just me and my hood dogs.
Suwoopin, up, like I'm bout to go play baseball.
Before you heard about 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 in a jail cell felonies murder case.
friend rolled on me took the stand, turned state.
I am a felon I can not lie on the Bible, Head to the sky.
I want to live, I wanna die when they roll upon me and let them bullets fly.
They have been the end dawg.
One way, hell gaze but the Lord in Chose to Show Grace .
Could been layed in the box, dawg.
6 of my homeboys me, but I'm alive and the old me gone.
'Cause dog I burry me.

Hydro-ponic lungs Top Liver.
Limber lil tender, I can chop timber.
I was no pretender certified offender, no surrender.
My circumstantial, tho some things I can't remember.
Those who knew me be "who he? ", they're trippin off the new me.
They man where the ol'crae, you crazy you can't fool me.
I'm a so hard that the laws tryin' to find me.
I pray to God they ain't find me. But then I hear a
Look up in the view and they right behind me.
Roll down my window. Now "Boy what's your "
'Cause you was doing 85 in the passing lane no traffic, mane.
Then I give them my ID, and guess what say.
"This boy here crazy, nah that's Crae".
I was psycho, wild as the hundreds.
I-Go/ago the Chi, doing whatever 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.
Sucked the life out of my mother, to get the stuff I wanted.
Now I'm milk carton status and if you can't it.
Put the APB out on me, if you find me, amazing.