Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night Lights

1]
I hit the weed I told myself the last time be my last
I trust my own niggas now my mind racing fast
got my up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash
if the police run up on me I ain't stopping for ass
boy you know my L's dirty if stop me I'm goin' to jail surely
I'll be to my brother in the cell no bail for me
man let me out me back to bitches that smell Purdy (pretty)
and all I do is call once and she'll be all ready
yeah cant you tell I'm goin' through hell
I even open my mail
I'm in the shower with on the towel
I need
bad bitches all on the prowl they Benzes
pussy niggas running they mouth but we flinching
they ain't even mentioned
I got dreams than your whole team
You so broke but yet you seem so green
I guess its envy, started with a penny now I'm getting plenty

One for the city, yea
two for you
hey
and one for the city, hey
and two for you
hey

2]
Look here it's raining outside boy a umbrella
banging outside, boy they guns dumb bell a nigga
tired of tellin' niggas that's the cease rest in
we tired of only just a piece and fuck police
and they niggas what's the reason?
His daughter's starvin' and she fuckin'
So no wonder why he fuckin'
They out bustin', leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the flo'
Bullets wet you a semen on a ho
Breathin' slow man, I
One day you make the rent
The day you in jail
Lord knows he well
So I take the pencil and like a pen pal
So shit darker than the tints up on the windshield
Welcome to Sin-ville, where on base shit
It's lookin' like an infield, high as a Sprint
you think? That's reason why this ink in my pen kills
Phony niggas they are extinct bitch I been real

One for the city, yea
two for you
hey
and one for the city, hey
and two for you
hey

3]
The more niggas
Cole the wrong one bringin' the city
All he ever doin' is pictures of crime
Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' of dope
Bitch if you I'm paintin' pictures of hope
That boy in class embarrassed because he
Hopin' the day he won't be the of somebody's jokes
See me; I lived it all from dirt-poorin' and
Worried about my mother and never trustin' my
To middle-class with a backyard and my own
To bein' the black kid in my homeroom
Academically gifted and my own rules
Was runnin' the streets hey ma be home soon
Was out ho's, was out hoopin'
Them wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin'
So meet the role model who don't know how to fake this shit
Never a rock and look I made it bitch

One for the city, yea
two for you
hey
and one for the city, hey
and two for you
hey

Girl it's so long, I've been gone from you
But you gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do
It's hard but the thought of you would ease my
Girl I promise gon' know our name
Ain't you smile in awhile
But I dreamin' 'bout you