Luyện nghe bài hát Headphones

But it's OK, cause we go hard, you know, why the streets for.

I feel the pressure in pain, you may I'm insane,
feel like a bullet hit brain, when they mention my name.

Oh no no we not the same, this streets shit in my vein, you start catching cases you start switching your game,
now they dressing the plate, arrest any day, sent my brother to the pit and learn his lesson again.

There's no in the refrigerator or I feel up the plate,
OK, lets load up our nigga haters and get of the chain, ma ma ma Martin king,
Malcolm X I'm next these crackerz either gon kill me or they gon respect.

Tired of breaking my neck, standing out on this balcony this all you gon get,
for I calling the calvary attention, there be no one after me,
none of rappers is half of me, give me half of your salary bitch.

I'm riding coach tryna get my ass home,
first class ain't talking shit, where's my headphones.

Don't to hear it, I can't hear you, I'm sorry where's my headphones [4x]

Push your head in the rain, top in the sun, at the bottom of the barrel,
but I know I'm the one, for my kingdom they come, yes king david is here,
after knocking down goliath, is no one I fear.

Lord have mercy on me, pa put this on me,
I it's crazy but I forgive my worse enemy, for him not know who I be, so him not know what he do, and when you stand at his casket know it that could be you, meet ya.

Keep our lips concealed the problem we do, truth won't matter is if we get caught we through, something like Adam and Eve just dont eat the fruit, no age limit in this weak recruit, come on.

Single five line walking through this field,
all soulja's lamp out there life, but my real.
in coach class tryna get my ass home,
first class talking about shit,
where's my mother headphones.

Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you, I'm sorry where's my [4x]