Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, sharin' with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a
Left me hopeless don't exist
And every got a fence
With and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT dyno
you hang, we shootin'
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
This the type of shit that make the MAC a
I'm a pussy magnet
She learned to package
the best at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your rapper broke, he don't get this paper
But he got a kilo, been born in '93 though
He tryna the people
Man

The joke's on you,
The loc is on you,
I you, it's karma
Black and marijuana, it's karma

Ain't changed but the change
Let's put our brains away gangs
Crips and the old and new slaves
Shit we even our names
something, new shame while we bang
But yo, y'all hearin' me
My facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your in that dark
Your mind, it your heart
I wrote these days apart
Most of us caught before we can expand our
How grandmother see your corpse?
How your big homie make your life a
Left you for cause he ain't need you, right
But I'm gon' him, right
Let's put the rags and raise our kids
put the guns down and blaze a spliff
Let's do it now, ain't no or ifs
It took a to get me Pringle chips
You can to fly or take the ladder
Real nigga shit, all matter, both sides
Man

The joke's on you,
The loc is on you,
I you, it's karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, it's