Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same shit day, homie
please forgive 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 sins off in water
Feel the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my 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 drug, I'm Space Cadet
Dreaming I don't live up on the no more
Trapping trying to it out this obstacle
Life on the edge, hell a away
Pretty White turned eight today
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, who in the building?
Bucket hat with a strap the pilgrim uh
down with some questions to address like
Why the ones who commit the sins live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark five
But I sense flaws, the preaching blind threats
Streets me down, got faith in a Pyrex
in a four-five, I call it the clarinet
Sewer of drugs when the toilet 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 whole body
Heat on, room full of homi's, I pray that the Lord got me

Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm 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, that, pledge allegiance
mine, kill yours, make it even
Soul need saving, Mr.
I know I come around when 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 make for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was just me and my niggas, we was to survive
But we would never it out alive
Shit we living to die,
Hope to get to heaven 'til that day
through the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
Car shattered, glass on my right side
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
only child, baby boy Jody
Same jacket on from in the day
Praying that the Lord 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 I'm gon' find my way

Ey yo tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry
Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin
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
It's no problem at all, yo, the on the pistol
'Cause I'm a suit king
Cooling at the gambling spot with a face grin
No wage bet, we winning, play 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 killers who make the events
This is more realer, 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