Luyện nghe bài hát Cornerstore

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

1]
But black son gone hood rich from a broke
Judges biased skin tone, no when it's guns drawn
I remember finding that revolver, I was looking my closet
Try'n to my remote control car charger
Wish I then, things I knew now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and make a gun sound, ain't a bitch?
Adolescence opposition, don't get too attached
We made it through too much and ain't no back
And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to these bitches and niggas, that's tragic
I'm out the mall cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my
It's off the wall, I'll stand it
Had a dream I wasn't stacking, I up screaming and gasping
In the studio jamming, listening to Deelo
And no religion shit, look like the Middle East
And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to
Arguing with they dads, we pray we knew our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll never his daughter
And that mothers bought a mirror at himself, look in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and tear I ever spilled
problem resemble hell, when every day is jail
I to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
Making college tuition flippin' a hundred
Now up in the corners where killers used to
built up the new condos, that's what our project building
Raised by the and shakers and life takers
Proper preparation, prepare for where take us
Blame it on the structure, that's the news anchor
But the teacher only us excuses for our behaviour

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

TheMIND]
I used to dream I was from else
Somewhere sun don't?] wanna go
Found myself at the
I'm gonna [go?] for the

[Verse 2: (Joey Purp)]
I left my house this morning the intent of returning
The last thing that I heard was the of a murder
That wasn't than a couple blocks from where I rest my head
But I'm certain that it was a stranger, that's how I detach from the situation
My grandma asked if I had for school
like she growing more overprotective as I get older, she lost both of her sons
And I can it when she kiss me, she don't sleep 'til I get home
And she don't me in the city
(Grant nice in penitentiaries, I paint a picture that none of you get
Police still shooting but I ain't scared of shit)
It's hostile out here as have a bone to pick
I look my in his eyes and said 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
in the die pack, yelling good now, good now
They do this every day and I tell 'em that I don't shit
My best friend from when I was 11 with the weapon
Acting he do not see me stepping to they section
We used to hoop daily and treat it a profession
And now I'm walking by him like I'm some of pedestrian
I went to private school most of these guys
But I'm the only one who tried omitting the crime
I turned the corner caution and approach as I walked to the cornerstore
I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
I wanted them 50s, juicy crunchy curls
I just wanted a hoopty in case that train derail
I my bus so I get to school and I'm late as hell
That block and hoping they can make a sale

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

I need to now, now