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 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 gone hood from a broke home
Judges biased skin tone, no fighting it's guns drawn
I remember finding that revolver, I was looking through my
Try'n to find my control car charger
Wish I knew then, things I knew now but how it 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 too much and ain't no looking back
And opposites attract so I'm a to these bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I'm out the mall cause they plastic, why the ball with my handles?
off the wall, yeah I'll stand it
Had a dream I wasn't stacking, I up screaming and gasping
In the studio jamming, listening to Peace
And no religion shit, look like the Middle East
And white deal with problems that we never knew to bother
Arguing with they dads, we pray we ever knew our
Release day 2050, he'll never his daughter
And trust that mothers bought a mirror at himself, in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and every I ever spilled
Every problem resemble hell, when every day is
I to hit the blunt and get lifted and then envision
college tuition flippin' a hundred chickens
Now up in the corners killers used to inhabit
They built up the new condos, that's what our building
by the movers and shakers and life takers
Proper preparation, prepare for 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' and cheese from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 dros
Dime rocks and nickle from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from off prison phone, may never come home

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

[Verse 2: (Joey Purp)]
I left my this morning with the intent of returning
The last thing that I was the news of a murder
That more than a couple blocks from where I rest my head
But I'm that it was a stranger, that's how I detach myself from the situation
My grandma asked if I had everything for
Seem like she more overprotective as I get older, she lost both of her sons
And I can feel it when she 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 picture that of you get
Police still shooting but I ain't scared of shit)
It's hostile out here as everyone have a bone to
I look my granddad in his eyes and said 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 some fucking foreigner
Flash in the die pack, good now, good now
They do this every day and I 'em that I don't smoke shit
My best from when I was 11 posted with the weapon
Acting like he do not see me stepping to section
We to hoop daily and treat it like a profession
And now I'm walking by him like I'm some 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 corner with caution and approach as I walked to the
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 case 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 hots and cheese from out the cornerstore
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 week from off that prison phone, may never home

I need to now, now