Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, food with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me where don't exist
And every neighbor got a
With bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the
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 pussy
She learned to carry
the best at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get paper
But claim he got a kilo, born in '93 though
He tryna fool the
Man

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

nothin' changed but the change
Let's put our brains away gangs
Crips and the old and new slaves
we even changed our names
Trying something, new shame we bang
But yo, y'all hearin' me
My homie facin' life, me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in dark
Your mind, it greys heart
I wrote these days apart
Most of us before we can expand our thoughts
How your see your corpse?
How your big make your life a book?
Left you for dead cause he ain't you, right
But I'm gon' him, right
Let's put the rags down and our kids
Let's put the down and blaze a spliff
Let's do it now, no buts or ifs
It took a Blood to get me chips
You can learn to fly or take the
Real shit, all lives matter, both sides
Man

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