Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts

Pissy sofas, sharin' food roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me where don't exist
And neighbor got a fence
With bars and windows, my slavin' for the rent
dices, GT dyno pool
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
the type 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 rapper broke, he don't get this paper
But he got a kilo, been born in '93 though
He tryna the people
Man

The on you, mothafucka
The loc is on you,
I warned you, karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, karma

Ain't nothin' changed but the
Let's put our brains from gangs
and Bloods the old and new slaves
Shit we even changed our
Trying something, new shame while we
But yo, ain't hearin' me
My homie facin' life, told me that my my biggest enemy
But you keep your in that dark
Your mind, it your heart
I wrote these rhymes apart
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 need you, right
But I'm gon' him, right
Let's put the rags and raise our kids
Let's put the guns and blaze a spliff
do it now, ain't no buts or ifs
It took a to get me Pringle chips
You can learn to fly or the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both
Man

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