Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, sharin' with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
me where hopeless don't exist
And neighbor got a fence
With bars and windows, my mom's for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT dyno
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
This the type of shit make the MAC a classic
I'm a pussy magnet
She learned to carry
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I this
Your rapper broke, he don't get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, born in '93 though
He tryna the people
Man

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

Ain't changed but the change
Let's put our brains from gangs
Crips and the old and new slaves
Shit we even changed our
Trying something, new while we bang
But yo, y'all hearin' me
My homie facin' life, told me that my pride my enemy
But you your eyes in that dark
mind, it greys your heart
I wrote these days apart
Most of us before we can expand our thoughts
How your grandmother see your
How your big make your life a book?
Left you for dead he ain't need you, right
But I'm fade him, right
Let's put the rags and raise our kids
Let's put the guns down and blaze a
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 on you, mothafucka
The loc is on you,
I you, it's karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, karma