Luyện nghe bài hát Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm hearin' rumors about what yo' clique 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, take his shoes

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

Most haters, imitators, think know Cool Breeze
jack but a rat on my East Point cheese
I know it irritates yo' ears, how I these trees?
You nothin' but a lame 'round these

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

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