Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, food with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me hopeless don't exist
And every got a fence
With bars and windows, my slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT pool
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
This the of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a pussy
She learned to package
the best at rappin', uh
Am I this
Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this
But he got a kilo, been born in '93 though
He tryna the people
Man

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

nothin' changed but the change
Let's put our brains away from
Crips and Bloods the old and new
Shit we even our names
Trying something, new while we bang
But yo, ain't hearin' me
My facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your in that dark
mind, it greys your heart
I wrote these days apart
Most of us caught before we can our thoughts
How your grandmother see corpse?
How your big homie your life a book?
Left you for cause he ain't need you, right
But I'm gon' him, right
Let's put the rags and raise our kids
Let's put the down and blaze a spliff
Let's do it now, ain't no or ifs
It a Blood to get me Pringle chips
You can to fly or take the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, sides
Man

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