Luyện nghe bài hát Guilty

He put the gun in my
I took my and put the gun in my pants
I took my and pull them up on my ass
Got the cash outta my
Dropped it and got my ass in the
I put it into the car and it

on the gas and looked at the gas
And 95 seem fast when you're so fucking mad
And so you're fucking high and can't crying
Oh shit, I ran a stop sign

Fuck it, it's
nigger got me stressing
I can't believe, he got me
Now I'm driving reckless, I can't see

And my high ain't really helping
But nobody really be using the before seven
Got the pedal to the medal like I lost my
And I ain't need to see the school sign

Car in the fastest gear, blowin' in my hair
Seat beat blinking but I don't care
Somebody crossing the street, came nowhere
Went right into 'em, flew in the air

Oh my God, my face already with tears
my prayers, I didn't even see I swear
I off of reflex, saw blood everywhere
Mostly ran of the little girl, holding a teddy bear

I'm sorry, all I can hear is, "I my mommy"
And then I ain't hear nothin' from the girl's body
I'm scared but I can't stop, am I gonna do?
The first thing the cops are gonna say, Is it was drug

They ain't gonna understand, what this nigger was
How he made me fast when I should have been cruisin'
And they probably won't that it wasn't the weed
And shorty just up in the middle of the street

And they really gonna be this gun on my waist
And I checked shorty's pulse and I don't think she's gonna it
911 or damn should I run?
I'm just weightin' out my options someone comes

If I stay I go to jail, if I run I'll be
This is too long, fuck it I'm gone

Hit and run, damn I hit my brakes
Hit and run, sometimes we all mistakes
Hit and run, I guess, I'm not that
Hit and run now I got a guilty conscience