Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, sharin' food roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a
Left me where hopeless don't
And every neighbor got a
With bars and windows, my slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT dyno
you hang, we shootin'
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
the type of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a pussy
She learned to carry
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I this
Your favorite broke, he don't get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been in '93 though
He tryna the people
Man

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

Ain't changed but the change
Let's put our brains from gangs
Crips and Bloods the old and new
Shit we changed our names
Trying something, new while we bang
But yo, y'all 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 we can expand our thoughts
How your grandmother see corpse?
How your big homie your life a book?
you for dead cause he ain't need you, right
But I'm gon' fade him,
put the rags down and raise our kids
Let's put the guns down and a spliff
do it now, ain't no buts or ifs
It took a Blood to get me chips
You can learn to fly or the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, sides
Man

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