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 neighbor got a fence
bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT 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 pussy
She learned to package
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I this
Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this
But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93
He tryna fool the
Man

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

Ain't nothin' but the change
Let's put our brains from gangs
Crips and Bloods the old and new
Shit we even our names
Trying something, new shame while we
But yo, y'all hearin' me
My homie facin' life, me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in dark
mind, it greys your heart
I wrote rhymes days apart
of us caught before we can expand our thoughts
How your see your corpse?
How your big homie make life a book?
Left you for cause he ain't need you, right
But I'm fade him, right
Let's put the rags down and raise our
Let's put the down and blaze 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 shit, all lives matter, both sides
Man

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