Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, food with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me where don't exist
And every got a fence
With bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the
dices, GT dyno pool
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
This the type of shit make the MAC a classic
I'm a pussy magnet
She to carry package
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite broke, he don't get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93
He tryna the people
Man

The on you, mothafucka
The loc is on you,
I warned you, karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, karma

Ain't nothin' changed but the
Let's put our brains away from
Crips and Bloods the old and new
Shit we even changed our
Trying something, new shame we bang
But yo, y'all ain't me
My homie facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest
But you keep your in that dark
mind, it greys your heart
I wrote these rhymes days
Most of us caught before we can expand our
How your see your corpse?
How your big homie make your a book?
Left you for cause he ain't need you, right
But I'm gon' him, right
Let's put the rags down and raise our
Let's put the guns down and a spliff
Let's do it now, ain't no or ifs
It took a Blood to get me chips
You can learn to fly or the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both
Man

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