Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

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

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

Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to
High on on some drug, I'm Space
Dreaming I don't live up on the no more
Trapping trying to it out this obstacle
Life on the edge, hell a away
Snow White turned eight today
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, who in the building?
hat with a strap like the pilgrim uh
Kneeling down with some questions to like
Why the who commit the worst sins live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible 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 toilet digests the cop raid
All can relate, the streets to the wall from niggas to compadres
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast your body
on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me

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

Aim that, shoot that, allegiance
mine, kill yours, make it even
Soul saving, Mr. Preacher
I know I only around when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas
When I'm in jail or when my declined
Uh, you answer me?
me out of Hell and make plans for me?
Misery loves company, ain't a
It was just me and my niggas, we was to survive
But we would make it out alive
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven 'til day arrive
Running through the ally, hope the don't collide
Car shattered, glass on my right side
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child, baby boy
jacket on from back in the day
Praying that the come and take me away

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 swear I'm gon' my way

Ey yo tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I a king-pin
Caught me in the airport that I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get bills my acquaintances
Yeah, is the issue, I diss you
It's no problem at all, yo, the on the pistol
'Cause I'm a suit king
Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face
No wage bet, we stay winning, it again, yo
Put the bone in your jaw, now say it
Round knife, fork, under the tents, coming to
Get out the way or let the shotty
killers who make the events iller
This is more realer, you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the
You know the woopty-woop, or group I kill niggas