Luyện nghe bài hát Headphones

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

I the pressure in pain, you may think 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 when you start switching game,
now dressing the plate, they arrest any day, sent my brother 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,
Malcolm X I'm next these crackerz gon kill me or they gon gimme respect.

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

I'm coach class tryna 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 [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 that my kingdom they come, yes david is here,
after knocking goliath, there is no one I fear.

Lord have mercy on me, pa put this 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 stand at his casket it that could be you, meet ya.

Keep our lips concealed the 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 line walking through this mind field,
all soulja's lamp out there life, but my real.
Still in coach tryna get my ass home,
first ain't 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]