Luyện nghe bài hát Cornerstore

Yeah and I remember flamin' hots and from out the cornerstore
Stole jeans, I sell 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime rocks and nickle blows 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 skin tone, no fighting when it's guns drawn
I remember finding revolver, I was looking through my closet
Try'n to find my remote car charger
Wish I knew then, things I knew now but how it goes
Aimed it at my head and make a gun sound, that a bitch?
Adolescence ducking opposition, get too attached
We made it through too and ain't no looking back
And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to these bitches and bitch niggas, tragic
I'm out the mall cause they plastic, why the ball with my handles?
It's off the wall, I'll stand it
Had a dream I wasn't stacking, I woke up screaming and
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 we ever knew our fathers
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 tear I ever spilled
Every problem resemble hell, when day is jail
I used to hit the blunt and get lifted and then
Making college tuition a hundred chickens
Now up in the corners where used to inhabit
They built up the new condos, that's what our building
Raised by the movers and shakers and life
Proper preparation, prepare for life take us
Blame it on the family structure, that's the news
But the teacher only taught us excuses for our

And I remember flamin' hots and from out the cornerstore
Stole these jeans, I 'em, I'm gon' buy me 20 nickle dros
Dime and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may come home

TheMIND]
I used to I was from somewhere else
[the sun don't?] wanna go
Found at the corner
I'm [go?] for the cornerstore

2: Saba (Joey Purp)]
I my house this morning with the intent of returning
The last thing I heard was the news of a murder
That wasn't more 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 asked if I had everything for school
like she growing more overprotective as I get older, she lost both of her sons
And I can feel it when she kiss me, she don't sleep 'til I get
And she don't me in the city
(Grant it's in penitentiaries, I paint a picture that none of you get
Police still shooting niggas but I scared of shit)
It's hostile out here as have a bone to pick
I look my granddad in his eyes and said be home at 6
To get to my bus I gotta walk the thugs on the corner
And even if know me, they gon' try me like some fucking foreigner
Flash in the die pack, good now, good now
They do this every day and I tell 'em that I 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 like a
And now I'm walking by him I'm some type of pedestrian
I went to private school with of these 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 wanted 50s, juicy crunchy curls
I just wanted a little hoopty in case that derail
I missed my bus so I get to school and I'm late as
That block and monster hoping can make 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 and nickle blows from niggas who ain't here no more
And talking to my brother every week off that prison phone, may never come home

I need to now, now