Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

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

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

Uh, four corners, cat and chase, got cheese to catch
on on some drug, I'm Space Cadet
Dreaming I don't live up on the block no
Trapping trying to make it out obstacle
on the edge, hell a block away
Pretty Snow turned eight today
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, who in the building?
hat with a strap like the pilgrim uh
Kneeling down some questions 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 preaching threats
Streets me down, got faith in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five, I 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 predictin' a heatwave, forecast your whole
Heat on, room full of homi's, I 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, kill yours, make it
Soul need saving, Mr.
I know I only come around it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, time
When I'm in jail or when my card
Uh, you answer me?
Take me out of Hell and plans for me?
Misery loves company, ain't a
It was just me and my niggas, we was to survive
But we never make it out alive
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven that day arrive
through the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
Car window shattered, glass on my 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 that the Lord come and take 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, this gun will, I swear I'm find my way

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