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 got a fence
With bars and windows, my slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT dyno
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
the type of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a magnet
She to carry package
the best at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this
But claim he got a kilo, been in '93 though
He fool the people
Man

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

Ain't nothin' but the change
Let's put our away from gangs
Crips and the old and new slaves
Shit we even our names
Trying something, new while we bang
But yo, ain't hearin' me
My homie facin' life, told me my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in dark
Your mind, it your heart
I wrote these days apart
Most of us caught before we can expand our
How your grandmother see corpse?
How your big homie make your life a
Left you for dead cause he ain't you, right
But I'm gon' him, right
put the rags down and raise 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, both
Man

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