Luyện nghe bài hát Championships

Yeah, uh

All the in my hood
percs now
Gettin' they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You tell 'em put them
Guns and the percs
new jails got ten yards in
'Em and that's your down, uh
And I come here to preach
I just had to say
'Cause I'm the one the reach
Youngin' quarter ounce
He tryna turn Meech
had no daddy
He's had to learn the streets
I to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a
The first time I seen a get
Some blood on his
He had on Air Max 93s but was
in the street
His cryin',
there's a sign to me, oh Lord
The I'm doin' for my hood
I won't get an
I to sell Reggie, damn how'
I get to the
I take a if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me some
We went Old Navy it felt like Christian
Was dead but rich in soul
Was we really that
Was we really that
we carry a gun
And nigga in my
Neighborhood one
'Cause we had of
Our mamas got to her son
I'm speakin' to you as a
As as they come, uh
sound like music
Hangin' out the
Why you be a shooter?
told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a
Callin' mama like I shouldn't did it
Watch my shatter in an instant
I'm on a posin' for the picture
Like I'm going for my or somethin'
Like I ain't time or somethin'
Ride for these niggas like shit
hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me
Or buy me somethin'
it all fall down
I can call now
if I hit your phone
That won't get me
Seen so many times
niggas did me wrong
Shit the reason that I did this song

Shit we was used to play on the step
A couple years we flirtin'
the angel of death
I was eleven old
I got my on the Tec
I first touched it
That shit gave me a
My dying I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me a
the niggas smoke my
Daddy it made me upset
Made me a man I was five
When God me my test
Go to court with a appointed
And he won't say
Now it's you the state
And you ain't got no
overpopulated they ain't got no space
I a youngin' that got murked
Ain't get to drive no
But he in on the way to church
I know his mom gon'
she smell like embalmment fluid
Cologne all on her
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she crazy
When they drop casket all in the ground
Who save me?
How you blame me?
When I'm tryna stay and just survive
And them odds
When niggas die by
When I fearin' for my life
When I to change my mind
And stop
Tryna the pain away
lock us up for smoking
Put 'em on
you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the
Like a rain in the ocean
They closin' all the and
All the prisons gettin'

See from where I come from
We had to beat the
Beat the system, beat racism, beat
And now we made it
All that we at the