Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

This is what I you to do, right?
your shoes off
Goddamn is holy, I understand that

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

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

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

years of tears 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 wit that golden trigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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