Luyện nghe bài hát Guilty

He put the gun in my
I my hand and put the gun in my pants
I took my pants and pull up on my ass
Got the cash my pocket
it and got my ass in the Dodge
I put it into the car and it

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

Fuck it, nothing
This got me stressing
I can't believe, he got me
Now I'm reckless, I can't even see

And my beams ain't really helping
But really be using the streets before seven
Got the pedal to the medal like I lost my
And I ain't need to see the crossing sign

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

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

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

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

And they really gonna be hatin' gun on my waist
And I checked shorty's pulse and I think she's gonna make it
Dial 911 or damn I run?
I'm just weightin' out my options before 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, I should hit my brakes
Hit and run, sometimes we all mistakes
Hit and run, I guess, I'm not heartless
Hit and run now I got a guilty conscience