Luyện nghe bài hát Headphones

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

I feel the in pain, you may think I'm insane,
feel like a bullet hit your brain, when they 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, they arrest any day, sent my to the pit and learn his lesson again.

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

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

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

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

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 king is here,
knocking down goliath, there is no one I fear.

Lord have mercy on me, pa put cursing on me,
I know it's 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 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, come on.

Single five line walking through mind field,
all soulja's lamp out there life, but my real.
in coach class tryna get my ass home,
first class ain't about shit,
where's my fuckin headphones.

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