Luyện nghe bài hát Cornerstore

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

1]
But black son gone rich from a broke home
Judges biased tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn
I remember finding that revolver, I was looking through my
Try'n to find my remote control car
Wish I then, things I knew now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and a gun sound, ain't that 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 to these bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I'm out the cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, yeah stand it
Had a dream I wasn't stacking, I woke up screaming and
In the jamming, listening to Deelo Peace
And no religion shit, Chiraq look like the East
And white kids with problems that we never knew to bother
Arguing with they dads, we pray we ever our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll never meet his
And trust that mothers bought a mirror at himself, look in the mirror and see
Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I spilled
Every problem hell, when every day is jail
I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and envision
Making college tuition flippin' a hundred
Now up in the corners where used to inhabit
They built up the new condos, that's our project building
Raised by the movers and shakers and takers
Proper preparation, for where life take us
Blame it on the family structure, that's the anchor
But the only taught us excuses for our behaviour

And I remember flamin' hots and cheese from out the
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle
Dime rocks and nickle blows from niggas who here no more
And talking to my brother every week from off that phone, may never come home

TheMIND]
I used to dream I was from somewhere
Somewhere sun don't?] wanna go
myself at the corner
I'm gonna for the cornerstore

2: Saba (Joey Purp)]
I left my house this morning with the intent of
The last thing that I heard was the news of a
That wasn't more a couple blocks from where I rest my head
But I'm certain it was a stranger, that's how I detach myself from the situation
My grandma asked if I had for school
Seem like she growing more 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 like 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 hostile out here as have a bone to pick
I look my granddad in his eyes and said I'll be at 6
To get to my bus I gotta walk the thugs on the corner
And even if know me, they gon' try me like some fucking foreigner
Flash in the die pack, good now, good now
They do this every day and I tell 'em that I don't smoke
My best from when I was 11 posted with the weapon
Acting like he do not see me stepping to they
We used to hoop daily and it like a profession
And now I'm walking by him I'm some type of pedestrian
I went to private school with of these guys
But I'm the only one who tried omitting the crime
I turned the with caution and approach as I walked to the cornerstore
There I the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
I wanted them 50s, juicy crunchy curls
I just wanted a little hoopty in case train derail
I my bus so I get to school and I'm late as hell
That block and monster they can make a sale

Yeah and I remember hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and 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