Luyện nghe bài hát Cornerstore

Yeah and I remember 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 here no more
And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may come home

1]
But black son gone hood from a broke home
Judges skin tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn
I remember that revolver, I was looking through 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, that a bitch?
Adolescence opposition, don't get too attached
We made it through too much and ain't no looking
And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to these bitches and bitch niggas, that's
I'm out the mall they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
off the wall, yeah I'll stand it
Had a dream I stacking, I woke up screaming and gasping
In the studio jamming, to Deelo Peace
And no religion shit, Chiraq look like the Middle
And white kids deal with problems that we never knew to
Arguing with they dads, we pray we ever knew our
Release day 2050, never meet his daughter
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
problem resemble hell, when every day is jail
I used to hit the and get lifted and then envision
Making college tuition flippin' a chickens
Now up in the corners killers used to inhabit
They built up the new condos, what our project building
Raised by the movers and shakers and life
Proper preparation, for where life take us
Blame it on the structure, that's the news anchor
But the teacher taught us excuses for our behaviour

And I remember flamin' hots and cheese out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm buy me 20 nickle 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 somewhere
Somewhere [the sun don't?] go
Found at the corner
I'm gonna [go?] for the

2: Saba (Joey Purp)]
I left my house this morning with the intent of
The last thing that I was the news of a murder
That wasn't more than a couple blocks from I rest my head
But I'm that it was a stranger, that's how I detach myself from the situation
My asked if I had everything for school
Seem like she growing 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 like me in the
(Grant it's nice in penitentiaries, I paint a that none of you get
Police still niggas 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 gotta pass the thugs on the corner
And even if they know me, they gon' try me like some fucking
Flash in the die pack, yelling now, good now
They do this every day and I tell 'em I don't smoke shit
My friend from when I was 11 posted with the weapon
Acting he do not see me stepping to they section
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 most of 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 passed the fiends, it all of 'em off it
I just them 50s, juicy crunchy curls
I just wanted a little hoopty in that train derail
I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm late as
block and monster 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
Dime 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

I to escape now, now