Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same shit every day,
Lord please me for all my sins
Yeah, nigga up to the same shit everyday, homie
Walk the valley of the shadow of death
No rules,

Washing my sins off in hell's
Feel the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em
down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Uh, corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch
High on on drug, I'm Space Cadet
Dreaming I don't up on the block no more
Trapping trying to make it out this
on the edge, hell a block away
Pretty Snow White turned eight
that base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, who in the building?
Bucket hat with a strap like the uh
Kneeling down with some questions to like
Why the ones who commit the worst live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark checks
But I flaws, the Bible preaching blind threats
Streets held me down, got faith in a
in a four-five, I call it the clarinet
Sewer full of drugs when the digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the wall niggas to compadres
When the sun go down, I'm a heatwave, forecast your whole body
Heat on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the got me

Uh but if God don't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, shoot that, pledge
Kill mine, kill yours, it even
Soul need saving, Mr.
I know I only around when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, time
When I'm in jail or when my card
Uh, will you me?
Take me out of Hell and plans for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to
But we would make it out alive
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to 'til that day arrive
Running through the ally, hope the bullet collide
Car shattered, glass on my right side
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of shape belly, of 40
Spoiled child, baby boy Jody
Same jacket on back in the day
Praying the Lord come and take me away

Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Ey yo fish sandwiches bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a
Caught me in the gust that I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get bills my acquaintances
Yeah, is the issue, I diss you
no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol
'Cause I'm a suit case
Cooling at the spot with a screwed face grin
No wage bet, we stay winning, it again, yo
Put the bone in your jaw, now say it
knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the dispense
Revenge who make the events iller
is more realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu who huddle up, coupes knows the truth
You know the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill