Luyện nghe bài hát Cornerstore

Yeah 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 here no more
And talking to my brother every week from off that phone, may never come home

1]
But black son gone hood rich a broke home
Judges skin tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn
I remember finding revolver, I was looking through my closet
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 a gun sound, ain't that a bitch?
Adolescence ducking opposition, 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 mall cause they plastic, why the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, yeah stand it
Had a dream I stacking, I woke up screaming and gasping
In the studio jamming, to Deelo Peace
And no religion shit, look like the Middle East
And white kids deal 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 and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and tear I ever spilled
Every resemble hell, when every day is jail
I used to hit the and get lifted and then envision
Making college tuition flippin' a hundred
Now up in the corners where killers to inhabit
They built up the new condos, that's what our building
Raised by the movers and shakers and life
preparation, prepare for where life take us
Blame it on the family structure, that's the news
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 buy me 20 nickle dros
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

TheMIND]
I used to dream I was somewhere else
Somewhere [the sun wanna go
Found myself at the
I'm [go?] for the cornerstore

2: Saba (Joey Purp)]
I left my house morning with the intent of returning
The last thing that I heard was the of a murder
That wasn't more than a couple 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
like 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 that none of you get
Police still shooting niggas but I ain't 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 pass the thugs on the
And even if they know me, they gon' try me like some fucking
Flash in the die pack, yelling now, good now
They do every day and I tell 'em that I don't smoke shit
My best friend from when I was 11 with the weapon
Acting like he do not see me stepping to section
We used to hoop and treat it like a profession
And now I'm walking by him I'm some type of pedestrian
I went to private school most of these guys
But ultimately I'm the 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 just wanted 50s, juicy crunchy curls
I just wanted a little hoopty in case train derail
I missed my bus so I get to and I'm late as hell
That block and monster hoping they can make a

Yeah and I remember flaming hots and cheese from out the
Stole 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 never home

I to escape now, now