Luyện nghe bài hát Hendrix

I'ma do this one for my homies
The judge hit the hammer they ain't home
We all are from the danger
The devil pulled the card and he choose one
I chose music, my homies yay
of my ballers chose the NBA
Cuzzo's on the block, man they bang
Funeral parlors makin' all the

Yeah when my cousin got his tec
I was Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted to be was a rock
And all he wanted to be was an
El Chapo, Si
El Chapo, Si
All he to do was be El Chapo, Si
El
El Chapo, Si
All he to do was be El Chapo, Si

Gone 'til November, he ain't comin'
I was talking bout my homies man that sold
in the trap, hit from the back
They hid the
Like the owl boy that's hidden on the dollar
Welcome to the apple
The of lights
No matter how days
They can't the nights
Cause when the ghost knock
before you guess, red dot at your chest
The Eagles raid the nest
Better be with artillery packs
They be like Jack when they jump out the box
that's the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like bat
Straight from the back when they
In the o' night when you up in the trap
You keep on bucking, they bucking you
In the of bucking somebody get flat

I'ma do one for my homies gone
The judge hit the hammer they coming home
We all are from the danger
The devil pulled the and he said choose one
I chose music, my homies yay
Some of my ballers the NBA
Cuzzo's on the block, man they bang
Funeral makin' all the change

When my got his first tec
I was Jimi Hendrix in the basement
All I wanted was to be a star
And all he to be was an Escobar
El Chapo, Si
El
All he to do was be El Chapo, Si
El
El Chapo, Si
All he to do was be El Chapo, Si

When he me that guitar I felt like Prince the artist
Turn up my
my cousin got his first tat
Acoustic trappin' in the
All I wanted was to be a star