Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night Lights

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

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 outside boy fuck a umbrella
niggas banging outside, boy guns dumb bell a nigga
tired of tellin' that's the cease rest in peace
we tired of only havin' just a and fuck police
and killin' niggas what's the reason?
His daughter's starvin' and she fuckin'
So no wonder why he fuckin'
out here bustin', leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the flo'
Bullets wet you a semen on a ho
Breathin' man, I inhale
One day you tryna make the
The day you in jail
knows he meant well
So I take the pencil and right a pen pal
So shit that's darker the tints up on the windshield
Welcome to Sin-ville, where niggas on base
lookin' like an infield, high as a Sprint bill
What you think? That's reason why ink in my pen kills
Phony niggas 'til they are extinct 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 the city shine
All he ever is paintin' pictures of crime
Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' of dope
Bitch if you listen I'm paintin' pictures of
boy in class embarrassed because he broke
Hopin' the day he won't be the butt of jokes
See me; I lived it all from dirt-poorin' and
Worried my mother and never trustin' my neighbors
To middle-class with a and my own room
To bein' the black kid in my homeroom
Academically gifted and my own rules
Was runnin' the streets hey ma I'll be home
Was out ho's, was out hoopin'
Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul
So the newest role model who don't know how to fake this shit
Never sold a 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 been so long, I've gone from you
But you gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do
hard but the thought of you would ease my pain
Girl I promise they gon' know our
seen you smile in awhile
But I dreamin' 'bout you