Luyện nghe bài hát Cornerstore

Yeah and I flamin' hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 dros
rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every from off that prison phone, may never come home

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But black son hood rich from a broke home
Judges biased skin tone, no fighting when it's guns
I finding that revolver, I was looking through my closet
Try'n to my remote control car charger
Wish I knew then, I knew now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and make a gun sound, ain't a bitch?
Adolescence ducking opposition, don't get too
We made it through too much and no looking back
And opposites attract so I'm a to these bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I'm out the mall they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, yeah stand it
Had a dream I stacking, I woke up screaming and gasping
In the jamming, listening to Deelo Peace
And no religion shit, Chiraq like the Middle East
And white deal with problems that we never knew to bother
Arguing with they dads, we we ever knew our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll meet his daughter
And trust that mothers bought a at himself, look in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I spilled
Every resemble hell, when every day is jail
I to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
Making tuition flippin' a hundred chickens
Now up in the corners where killers to inhabit
They up the new condos, that's what our project building
Raised by the and shakers and life takers
Proper preparation, for where life take us
Blame it on the family structure, that's the anchor
But the teacher only taught us for our behaviour

And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the
Stole these jeans, I 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who ain't no more
And talking to my brother every from off that prison phone, may never come home

[Bridge:
I used to I was from somewhere else
[the sun don't?] wanna go
Found myself at the
I'm gonna for the cornerstore

[Verse 2: (Joey Purp)]
I my house this morning with the intent of returning
The last that I heard was the news of a murder
That wasn't more than a couple blocks from where I rest my
But I'm certain that it was a stranger, that's how I detach myself from the
My asked if I had everything for school
Seem like she growing more as I get older, she lost both of her sons
And I can feel it when she kiss me, she don't 'til I get home
And she don't me in the city
(Grant it's nice in penitentiaries, I paint a that none of you get
Police still shooting niggas but I scared of shit)
It's out here as everyone have a bone to pick
I look my granddad in his eyes and I'll be home at 6
To get to my bus I walk pass the thugs on the corner
And even if they know me, they gon' try me some fucking foreigner
Flash in the die pack, good now, good now
They do this day and I tell 'em that I don't smoke shit
My best friend when I was 11 posted with the weapon
Acting like he do not see me to they section
We used to hoop daily and treat it like a
And now I'm by him like I'm some type of pedestrian
I went to private school with most of guys
But ultimately I'm the one who tried omitting the crime
I turned the with caution and approach as I walked to the cornerstore
I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
I just wanted them 50s, crunchy curls
I just wanted a little hoopty in case train derail
I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm late as
That block and monster hoping they can make a

Yeah and I remember flaming hots and cheese from out the
Stole these jeans, I 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may come home

I need to now, now