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 neighbor got a fence
With and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT pool
you hang, we shootin'
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
the type of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a magnet
She learned to package
the best at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite broke, he don't get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, born in '93 though
He tryna the people
Man

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

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

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