Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

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

Washing my off in hell's water
Feel like the told me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my in 'em, will you answer me?
But if God help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

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

Uh but if God don't help me, 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, gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, shoot that, pledge
Kill mine, yours, make it even
Soul need saving, Mr.
I know I only come around when Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, time
When I'm in jail or when my declined
Uh, you answer me?
me out of Hell and make plans for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to
But we would never make it out
Shit we to die, oxymoron
to get to heaven 'til that day arrive
Running the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
Car shattered, glass on my right side
bark in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of shape belly, of 40
only child, baby boy Jody
Same on from back in the day
Praying the Lord come and take me away

Uh but if God help 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

Ey yo tuna fish bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I a king-pin
Caught me in the airport gust that I was
On how to rich and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah, money is the issue, I you
It's no 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 jaw, now say it again
Round knife, fork, under the tents, coming to
Get out the way or let the dispense
Revenge killers who the events iller
This is more realer, you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes the truth
You the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill niggas