Luyện nghe bài hát Grits

When I was
We had at all
We used to eat Grits, for
It was
drive a man insane
What we find for
To survive day
But I nah

An old killa bee hummed me a tune
Stay up at night, don't on ya moon
Four in the bed, eight seeds in the room
Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the
Old in the kitchen, yell "it's time to eat"
the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet
One pound box of sugar, and a stick of
A hot pot of Grits got my family starvin'
Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit' the
Used to suck it, out the bottle as a baby
Steamy hot meal serve than five minutes
Big silver pot, water, salt in it
House full of brothers and sisters, the missin'
box on the stove in the kitchen

When I was
We had at all
We used to eat Grits, for
It was

Young shorties in my hood started
Packin' at the neighbourhood associate
up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit
I'm too young, no jobs'd hire me
You down the street with ya gun in ya hand
Drinkin, of a masterplan
Old Earth can't afford what ya friends got
So you roll up to the spot, ya thing 'pon cock
And it seems worth the takin', stomach
Morning Reggie makin' go good with the Grits
Now let's it back for real
When we used to at ghetto big wheels
With the shoppin' cart wheels, and wood to nail the on
Girls skippin' in the street
The Summer heat, the jelly prints stuck to they feet
Skelly chief, flippin' cards for keeps
Momma said it's gettin' late, and it's time to eat

I was small
We had at all
We to eat Grits, for dinner
It was
drive a man insane
What we could for
To another day
But I nah