Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

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

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

Ain't changed but the change
Let's put our away from gangs
and Bloods the old and new slaves
Shit we even our names
something, new shame while we bang
But yo, y'all hearin' me
My homie facin' life, told me that my pride my enemy
But you keep your eyes in dark
Your mind, it greys heart
I wrote these days apart
Most of us caught we can expand our thoughts
How grandmother see your corpse?
How your big homie make your a book?
you for dead cause he ain't need you, right
But I'm fade him, right
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 to get me Pringle chips
You can learn to fly or the ladder
nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides
Man

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