Luyện nghe bài hát Headphones

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you, I'm sorry where's my headphones

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

Lord have mercy on me, pa put cursing on me,
I know 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 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, aint no age limit in this weak recruit, on.

Single five line through this mind field,
all these soulja's lamp out life, but my real.
Still in coach tryna get my ass home,
class ain't talking about shit,
where's my mother headphones.

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