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 every neighbor got a
bars and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT dyno
you hang, we shootin'
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
This the type of that make the MAC a classic
I'm a pussy magnet
She learned to carry
the best at rappin', uh
Am I this
Your favorite rapper broke, he get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been in '93 though
He tryna fool the
Man

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

Ain't changed but the change
Let's put our brains from gangs
Crips and the old and new slaves
Shit we even our names
Trying something, new shame we bang
But yo, y'all hearin' me
My facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy
But you keep eyes in that dark
Your mind, it your heart
I wrote these rhymes apart
Most of us caught we can expand our thoughts
How your grandmother see your
How big homie make your life a book?
Left you for dead cause he need you, right
But I'm fade him, right
Let's put the rags down and our kids
Let's put the guns down and blaze a
Let's do it now, ain't no or ifs
It took a to get me Pringle chips
You can to fly or take the ladder
Real nigga shit, all matter, both sides
Man

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