Luyện nghe bài hát Conscience

[Intro: Black]
Yeah, Baby
These streets my conscience

Sniper
These streets my conscience

1: Kodak Black]
Yeah, everybody with me on that same
I don't gang-bang but I bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my

2: Future]
Brown liquor made my insane
Booted up a geek, it's the same
Fish scale or molly, it's the name
Murder by the stains, we your claim
The big Patek face cost ten
your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it's plain
Drop the junk behind the dumpster for cocaine

[Verse 3: Black]
Ayy, my nigga coo , he in the chain gang
Johnson, I swear to God I drop the0 twenty-eight
I my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber she ain't got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen
Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn

4: Future]
Streets left me scarred, ain't no
Rack my up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James
Money make you greedy you starving
Monisha, Tamica , they
Before I had anything, I was
Before I had that truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you cross them

5: Kodak Black]
She say she brand new, I I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more than a author
I'm card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or
a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4
These streets made me my conscience, took a nigga sole

[Verse 6:
These streets took all my from me
Tried to me in the cold
These took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I
I my niggas got love for me
And they filling up nose
I my Levi got love for me
She just want everybody to

7: Kodak Black]
I know my niggas, be missin' me
So I be posted on the
I don't even care how much cash I see
I'm gon' be in the know
I ran out of money, then they lanes
I ran it back up, I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I wait to let it spray
I'm mom to bring you through so much pain
I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be way
Ayy fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got rings
All the finer things, jeans, I'm gettin' paid

[Outro: Kodak
streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm paid
These streets my conscience
All the finer things, jeans, I'm getting paid
All the finer things, jeans, I'm getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm paid