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 niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my every week from off that prison phone, may never come home

1]
But black son gone hood rich from a home
biased skin tone, no fighting 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 knew then, things I now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and make a gun sound, ain't a bitch?
Adolescence ducking opposition, get too attached
We made it too much and ain't no looking back
And attract so I'm a magnet to these bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I'm out the mall cause they plastic, why pass the with my handles?
It's off the wall, I'll stand it
Had a dream I stacking, I woke up screaming and gasping
In the jamming, listening to Deelo Peace
And no religion shit, look like the Middle East
And white kids with problems that we never knew to bother
Arguing with they dads, we we ever knew our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll never his daughter
And trust that mothers bought a mirror at himself, look in the and see myself
in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I ever spilled
Every problem resemble hell, when 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 used to inhabit
They built up the new condos, that's what our project
Raised by the movers and shakers and takers
Proper preparation, prepare for life take us
Blame it on the structure, that's the news anchor
But the only taught us excuses for our behaviour

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

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

2: Saba (Joey Purp)]
I left my this morning with the intent of returning
The last thing that I heard was the news of a
That more than a couple blocks from where I rest my head
But I'm certain that it was a stranger, how I detach myself from the situation
My asked if I had everything for school
Seem she growing 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 me in the city
(Grant it's nice in penitentiaries, I paint a picture that of you get
Police still shooting niggas but I ain't of shit)
It's hostile out here as everyone have a bone to
I look my granddad in his and said I'll be home at 6
To get to my bus I gotta walk pass the on the corner
And even if they know me, they gon' try me like some foreigner
in the die pack, yelling good now, good now
They do this every day and I 'em that I don't smoke shit
My best friend from when I was 11 posted the weapon
Acting like he do not see me stepping to they
We used to hoop daily and treat it a profession
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 only one who tried 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 in case that train derail
I missed my bus so I get to and I'm late as hell
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 gon' buy me 20 nickle
Dime rocks and 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