Luyện nghe bài hát Cornerstore

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

1]
But black son gone hood rich from a broke
Judges biased skin tone, no fighting it's guns drawn
I remember finding that revolver, I was looking through my
Try'n to my remote control car charger
I knew then, things I knew now but how it goes down
Aimed it at my head and a gun sound, ain't that a bitch?
ducking opposition, don't get too attached
We made it through too much and no looking back
And opposites so I'm a magnet to these bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I'm out the cause they plastic, why pass the ball with my handles?
off the wall, yeah I'll stand it
Had a dream I wasn't stacking, I woke up screaming and
In the studio jamming, to Deelo Peace
And no religion shit, Chiraq look like the Middle
And white kids deal with problems that we knew to bother
Arguing with dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers
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 and every tear I ever spilled
Every resemble hell, when every day is jail
I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and then
Making tuition flippin' a hundred chickens
Now up in the where 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 where life us
Blame it on the family structure, that's the news
But the teacher only us excuses for our behaviour

And I remember flamin' hots and 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 come home

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

[Verse 2: (Joey Purp)]
I my house this morning with the intent of returning
The last thing that I was the news of a murder
That wasn't than a couple blocks from where I rest my head
But I'm certain that it was a stranger, that's how I detach myself from the
My grandma asked if I had for school
Seem like she more overprotective as I get older, she lost both of her sons
And I can feel it when she kiss me, she sleep 'til I get home
And she don't me in the city
(Grant nice in penitentiaries, I paint a picture that none of you get
Police still shooting niggas but I scared of shit)
It's hostile out as everyone 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 pass the thugs on the corner
And even if they know me, they gon' try me some fucking foreigner
Flash in the die pack, yelling good now, 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 treat it like a
And now I'm walking by him like I'm some of pedestrian
I went to private with most of these guys
But ultimately I'm the only one who omitting the crime
I turned the corner with caution and as I walked to the cornerstore
There I the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
I just wanted them 50s, crunchy curls
I just wanted a little hoopty in that train derail
I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm as hell
That block and monster hoping they can a sale

Yeah and I remember flaming hots and 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 to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may never come home

I to escape now, now