Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

This is what I want you to do,
Take your off
Goddamn ground is holy, I that

Give me Lord, Lord
Give me strength, give me
me strength Lord

My choice was the streets, kinda natural to me
So I'm fishin', comes
I'm dishin' out shots from the doctor's gun
Got me trapped in this under this moon and sun

Shit ain't fun or funny, fuck a smile, it's collectin' money
I'm tryin' to better care of my body this quarter
Doctor say drink water but Bacardi got you bent in this bitch
Life sometimes is steppin' in some fuckin' house shit

Seven years of in the game
Made me one of the smallest predictors on this plain
In the fields, in the hills, picked no cotton
It's the nigga wit that golden

I'm seein' more in the sky at night
Look UFO's, think they transportin' dem kilo's
The cartel has swelled out of proportion
On the everyday we indorsin'

The street life is my life, to stay on top
I'm it for my block, Atlanta
You have some game in yo' veins
You learn this southern slang

That's right, from Point to Southwest
Southwest to Point, y'all know what it is
on in

I'm rumors about what yo' clique gone do
I stepped up like it was cool and his crew
I said, "Now which one of y'all suppose to me to school?"
If you see a lame nigga, nigga his shoes

I'm from East Point, Atlanta, we don't by rules
You don't know Cool Breeze or Freddy Calhoun
In place, the dirty south, we'll hit ya for a lick
Sell you dreams, nice things and it be a box of

Most haters, imitators, think they know Breeze
Ain't but a rat on my East Point cheese
I know it yo' ears, how I chop these trees?
You nothin' but a 'round these EPV's

All my who don't know what they jumped in
If the doctor came through once, come through again
And when and he ask me where everybody is
They didn't believe in your return so ran for the hills

And I still got that same pain in my
My prescription stress, no cess and wear a vest
And these still try and test
Don't even know me or Georgia plains
Boy grounds are holy