Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, food with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me where don't exist
And every got a fence
bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT dyno
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
the type of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a magnet
She learned to carry
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 fool the
Man

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

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

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