Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, sharin' with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my was a bitch
Left me where hopeless exist
And every neighbor got a
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 type of shit make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a pussy
She learned to package
Been the at rappin', uh
Am I this
favorite rapper broke, he don't get this 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, it's
Black thoughts and marijuana, karma

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

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