Luyện nghe bài hát Cornerstore

Yeah 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 to my brother every week from off that prison phone, may never come home

1]
But black son gone rich from a broke home
Judges biased skin tone, no when it's guns drawn
I remember finding that revolver, I was looking my closet
Try'n to find my remote car charger
Wish I knew then, I knew now but how it goes 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 through too much and ain't no back
And opposites attract so I'm a magnet to bitches and bitch niggas, that's tragic
I'm out the mall cause they plastic, why pass the ball my handles?
off the wall, yeah I'll stand it
Had a dream I stacking, I woke up screaming and gasping
In the studio jamming, listening to Deelo
And no religion shit, Chiraq look the Middle East
And white kids deal with problems that we knew to bother
Arguing they dads, we pray we ever knew our fathers
Release day 2050, he'll never his daughter
And trust that bought a mirror at himself, look in the mirror and see myself
Look in my eyes and see my hell and every tear I spilled
Every resemble hell, when every 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
built up the new condos, that's what our project building
Raised by the movers and shakers and takers
preparation, prepare for where life take us
Blame it on the family structure, that's the anchor
But the teacher taught 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 every week from off that prison phone, may never come home

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

[Verse 2: (Joey Purp)]
I left my house this morning with the of returning
The last thing that I heard was the news of a
That wasn't more than a couple from where I rest my head
But I'm certain that it was a stranger, how I detach myself from the situation
My grandma 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 she kiss 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
still shooting niggas but I ain't scared of shit)
It's hostile out here as everyone 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 pass the thugs on the
And even if they know me, gon' try me like 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 shit
My best friend from when I was 11 posted with the
Acting like he do not see me stepping to they
We used to daily and treat it like a profession
And now I'm walking by him I'm some type of pedestrian
I went to private with most of these guys
But ultimately I'm the only one who tried the crime
I turned the corner with and approach as I walked to the cornerstore
I passed the fiends, it seems all of 'em off it
I wanted 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 as hell
That block and monster they can make a sale

Yeah and I remember flaming 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 here no
And talking to my every week from off that prison phone, may never come home

I to escape now, now