Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

This is what I want you to do,
Take shoes off
ground is holy, I understand that

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

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

Shit fun or funny, fuck a smile, it's 'bout 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 like steppin' in some fuckin' shit

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

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

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

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

I'm hearin' rumors about 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 nigga, nigga take his shoes

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

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

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

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