Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, food with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a
Left me where hopeless exist
And every neighbor got a
bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT pool
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
This the of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a magnet
She learned to carry
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this
But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93
He fool the people
Man

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

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

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