Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, food with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me where hopeless exist
And neighbor got a fence
With bars and windows, my mom's for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT pool
Where you hang, we
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 he got a kilo, been born in '93 though
He tryna fool the
Man

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

nothin' changed but the change
Let's put our brains away from
Crips and Bloods the old and new
Shit we even changed our
Trying something, new shame we bang
But yo, ain't hearin' me
My homie facin' life, me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you your eyes in that dark
mind, it greys your heart
I these rhymes days apart
Most of us caught before we can our thoughts
How your grandmother see your
How your big homie make your a book?
Left you for dead cause he ain't you, right
But I'm fade him, right
Let's put the rags down and our kids
Let's put the guns 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 the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, sides
Man

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