Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, sharin' food roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me hopeless don't exist
And every neighbor got a
bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT pool
you hang, we shootin'
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
This the type of shit make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a pussy
She learned to package
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this
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 warned you, it's
thoughts and marijuana, it's karma

Ain't changed but the change
Let's put our brains away gangs
and Bloods the old and new slaves
Shit we even changed our
Trying something, new while we bang
But yo, ain't hearin' me
My homie life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in that
Your mind, it your heart
I wrote these rhymes days
Most of us caught we can expand our thoughts
How grandmother see your corpse?
How your big homie make your life a
Left you for dead cause he ain't you, right
But I'm fade him, right
Let's put the rags down and raise our
Let's put the guns down and blaze a
do it now, ain't no buts or ifs
It took a Blood to get me chips
You can to fly or take the ladder
nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides
Man

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