Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, sharin' with roaches, uh
I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a
Left me where hopeless exist
And neighbor got a fence
With and windows, my mom's slavin' for the rent
dices, GT dyno pool
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches stoppin'
This the of shit that make the MAC a classic
Reason I'm a pussy
She to carry package
the best at rappin', uh
Am I Vegas?
Your favorite broke, he don't get this paper
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 warned you, karma
Black thoughts and marijuana, it's

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

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