Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

This is I want you to do, right?
Take your off
ground is holy, I understand that

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

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

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

Seven of tears in the game
me one of the smallest predictors on this Georgia plain
In the fields, in the hills, never picked no
It's the wit that golden trigga

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

The street life is my life, scratchin' to on top
I'm rappin' it for my block,
You betta some game in yo' veins
You betta learn this southern

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

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

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

Most haters, imitators, they know Cool Breeze
Ain't jack but a rat on my Point cheese
I know it irritates yo' ears, how I these trees?
You nothin' but a lame 'round these

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

And I still got that same pain in my
My prescription stress, no cess and a Teflon vest
And these still try and test
even know me or these Georgia plains
Boy these are holy