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

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

Shit fun or funny, fuck a smile, it's 'bout collectin' money
I'm to take better care of my body this quarter
Doctor say drink more but Bacardi got you bent in this bitch
sometimes is like steppin' in some fuckin' house shit

Seven years of tears in the
Made me one of the smallest on this Georgia plain
In the fields, in the hills, never no cotton
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 corner we indorsin'

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

That's right, from Point 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 and confronted his crew
I said, "Now one of y'all suppose to take me to school?"
If you see a lame nigga, take his shoes

I'm from East Point, Atlanta, we fight by rules
You know Cool Breeze or lil' Freddy Calhoun
In this place, the dirty south, hit ya for a lick
Sell you dreams, things and it be a box of bricks

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

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

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