Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, sharin' food roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a
me where hopeless don't exist
And every neighbor got a
With bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the
Throwin' dices, GT pool
you hang, we shootin'
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
This the type of that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a pussy
She learned to carry
the best at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get 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 nothin' but the change
Let's put our brains away gangs
Crips and the old and new slaves
Shit we changed our names
Trying something, new shame we bang
But yo, ain't hearin' me
My homie life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in dark
Your mind, it your heart
I wrote these rhymes days
Most of us caught before we can our thoughts
How grandmother see your corpse?
How your big homie make life a book?
Left you for dead cause he ain't need you,
But I'm gon' him, right
Let's put the down and raise our kids
Let's put the guns down and blaze a
Let's do it now, ain't no or ifs
It a Blood 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 you, it's karma
Black and marijuana, it's karma