Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon

C'mon

he was a kid he was the joker
Low potential, mediocre
Class clown, off out the back door
Long leave a grease spot on the black board
honey take off that bra
Tryin to hit a homerun in your garage
He loved graffiti, it him
Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum
Canvas, that flat
He learned to control the nervousness
If it aint he burnt the bridge
And no he give a damn what the curfew is
Chased away all the grace
them old folks bitch about the way hes raised
Southside
Get ya running from the cops just for practice
Well what do ya know he got
Trying to apply childhood showed him
Everybody out in that cold
To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders
We all want the easy life a of the pie that'll keep us high
So turn it up the speakers cry
And don't quit til' you reach the sky,

c'mon

And as an adult he took a look
away from the gangs and the crooks
Even he came from the same neighborhood
So he fully understood gang textbook
Stay be individual
Push the pedal and never for the typical
Feed your look out for your people
Live and let live and each one those
Good get a tight defense
And i you can depend on your higher sense
Blanked emcees let em for
The followers, felons, the fallen
Hey rapper, we it don't stop
But don't about the folks on your block
hey dopeman what you doin with the crop
fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have
hey preacher,
is the house you live in
how's the
hey policeman dont
even as a kid i only played robbers and
headphone
pacifists
i saying you gotta kill cops
just at your life check what its built off