Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, sharin' with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a
Left me where don't exist
And every got a fence
With bars and windows, my mom's for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT dyno
you hang, we shootin'
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
This the of shit that make the MAC a classic
I'm a pussy magnet
She learned to package
the best at rappin', uh
Am I this
Your rapper broke, he don't get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93
He fool the people
Man

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

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

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