Luyện nghe bài hát Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

Pissy sofas, sharin' food 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 mom's for the rent
Throwin' dices, GT dyno
Where you hang, we
You slip, we
Crippin', uh
Bitches traffic
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 rapper broke, he don't get this paper
But claim he got a kilo, been born in '93
He fool the people
Man

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

Ain't nothin' but the change
Let's put our brains from gangs
Crips and Bloods the old and new
Shit we changed our names
Trying something, new shame while we
But yo, y'all ain't me
My homie facin' life, told me that my my biggest enemy
But you keep your eyes in that
Your mind, it greys your
I wrote rhymes days apart
of us caught before we can expand our thoughts
How your see your corpse?
How your big make your life a book?
Left you for dead he ain't need you, right
But I'm gon' him, right
put the rags down and raise our kids
Let's put the guns 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
nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides
Man

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