Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

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

Washing my sins off in water
Feel like the told me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you me?
But if God won't help me, 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 Cadet
Dreaming I live up on the block no more
Trapping trying to make it out obstacle
Life on the edge, hell a away
Pretty White turned eight today
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, guess who in the
Bucket hat with a strap like the uh
Kneeling down with questions to address like
Why the ones who commit the sins live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind
held me down, got faith in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five, I it the clarinet
Sewer full of drugs the toilet digests from 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 whole body
Heat on, full of homi's, I just 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, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, that, pledge allegiance
mine, kill yours, make it even
Soul saving, Mr. Preacher
I I only come around when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas
When I'm in jail or my card declined
Uh, will you me?
Take me out of Hell and make for me?
Misery loves company, ain't a
It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to
But we would make it out alive
Shit we living to die,
to get to heaven 'til that day arrive
Running the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
Car window shattered, glass on my side
bark in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of shape belly, 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 help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

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