Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, sharin' with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me hopeless don't exist
And neighbor got a fence
With bars and windows, my slavin' for the rent
dices, GT dyno pool
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
This the type of shit that make the MAC a
Reason I'm a magnet
She learned to carry
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite broke, he don't get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been in '93 though
He tryna fool the
Man

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

Ain't nothin' changed but the
Let's put our brains away gangs
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 eyes in that
Your mind, it greys your
I wrote these days apart
of us caught before we can expand our thoughts
How your grandmother see corpse?
How your big homie make life a book?
Left you for dead he ain't need you, right
But I'm fade 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 took a Blood to get me chips
You can learn to fly or the ladder
Real nigga shit, all lives matter, sides
Man

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