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,
Walk through the valley of the of death
No rules,

my sins off in hell's water
Feel like the Bible me lies as I pray to 'em
down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me?
But if God won't 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 Space
Dreaming I live up on the block no more
Trapping trying to make it out this
Life on the edge, a block away
Pretty White turned eight today
that base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, guess who in the
Bucket hat with a strap like the uh
Kneeling down with some to address like
Why the ones who the worst sins live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible blind threats
Streets me down, got faith in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five, I call it the
Sewer full of when the toilet digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the from niggas to compadres
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast your body
Heat on, room full of homi's, I pray that the Lord got me

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, gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, shoot that, pledge
Kill mine, kill yours, make it
Soul saving, Mr. Preacher
I know I come around when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas
When I'm in jail or my card declined
Uh, you answer me?
Take me out of Hell and make for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was me and my niggas, we was trying 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 bark in the backyard, for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child, 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 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 sandwiches bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I a king-pin
Caught me in the airport gust I was thinkin'
On how to stay and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah, is the issue, I diss you
It's no at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol
I'm a suit case king
Cooling at the gambling spot a screwed face grin
No bet, we stay winning, play it again, yo
Put the in your jaw, now say it again
Round knife, fork, the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the shotty
killers who make the events iller
This is more realer, snatch you up out of the Benz
The Wu who huddle up, coupes knows the truth
You know the woopty-woop, or group I kill niggas