Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon

C'mon

he was a kid he was the joker
Low potential, straight
Class clown, off out the back door
Long hair leave a grease spot on the black
honey take off that bra
Tryin to hit a homerun in your mom's
He loved graffiti, it him
down the alley with a can of rustoleum
Canvas, that flat
He learned quick to control the
If it aint buildin he burnt the
And no he dont give a what the curfew is
Chased away all the grace
While them old bitch about the way hes raised
Minneatmosphere
Get ya running from the cops just for practice
what do ya know he got older
Trying to apply childhood showed him
left out in that cold
To try to learn how to manage all that weight on his
We all want the life a piece of the pie that'll keep us high
So it up til' the speakers cry
And don't quit til' you the sky, c'mon

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And as an adult he took a good
Stayed away from the and the crooks
though he came from the same neighborhood
So he understood that gang textbook
Stay original be
Push the and never settle for the typical
your children look out for your people
Live and let and each one teach those
Good luck get a defense
And i hope you can depend on higher sense
Blanked let em grow for
The followers, felons, the soldiers
Hey rapper, we know it don't
But don't forget the folks on your block
hey dopeman what you with the cash crop
fuckin up gettin fat, up fellow have nots
hey preacher,
is that the you live in
the kitchen
hey policeman bother
even as a kid i only played robbers and
headphone
pacifists
i aint you gotta kill cops
just look at life check what its built off