Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout to Explode

I'm bout to
I don't when I'm gonna go, I got so much been on my mind
time I look around, I try to prevent going down
From locked up or dying

I can dig the
I can see whats going on, its a fucking
With the thieves in the don't look good
Never ever thought she could jump off like now
O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step
Everybody wanna the crown
Every you benefit the sin
We gonna have to keep fighting them within
Now it is killing before whats killing you niggas that started out
You win, the for what you doing
You to start snatching, kick out the mob
show no love at all, don't even turn back
Anyway homie all that
If he was real he wouldn't even caused him that
I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected
So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves of
In a positive
we could never conquer shit and defend no more

High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, be richer
to make enough to buy the shit I need
Like a bag of weed, I was now a nigga see everything
Brothers up on this thang, timing's off, feel the pain
Let the hood done out, shits way out, no way out
Murder to the lunatics, them the tricks that was talking shit
Took the to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off
Smoke that bitch, what a
I suggest, we suggest, fuck other up
Look into the mind of a born westside
Mount in the flesh bless my
with the bottle, get the top
Then pour out the back door its war
Armor to your brothers stay
Watch your back brothers I mean

My is burned up, and burned up is my hood
We ?kicked bout' a foot?, don't own a
I took too then too much, now I don't know where to turn
Or who it may concern, and death all I've learned
I've earned my respect in the hood, but the still pulling moves
You a man for the man, thats another point he was trying to
Got your own mind, as well use it for yourself
Cause you'se own man to the right, to the left, all is well
And it's one thing I believe in, don't leave and retrieve
Killers off by the evenings now
97' just hunting season
Niggas in it 6 feet and no reason dying freely

Back in the on Chicago Avenue, (?)
Niggas used to bang for the to slang cain
Hustle and pain niggas
there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew
Fast pacing everyday, facing murder
affiliation makes you kill a nation
Take another life a day, smoking, hoping just to get
Put it in the raw, I'm to go boom
Y'all can't help but to talk, us against the law
That backing people off from the gator alley in the whole
I don't know the hell to go
Cause my is like a pack of (?)
Having brothers capping, it's a for all in my motherfucking hood
And it ain't good, if I got to die for my Flict' I would
day is numbing
If you count your blessings boy then you really should
Until the tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out

So much shit on my
I can't find the time to free myself from going
Best to antici-pains and pressure, no than human situations
Erasing, ruin doing in the mind
Like to wild em' down, flying, mommas crying, niggas lying
Reason for the rhyme let the climb
You thinking different, for the real of it
Flic' in forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a little
on a pedastool, want to jump up off it then let it go
Easy it's about to blow, like how much can I go
How many situations before I go below, catch up with my funeral
Caught up and up in it into dimensions
The feeling like I can't it no more
The mission is dealing pressure
Pressure is the death certificate and will get cha'
Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet
He off and looking for shelter
Help a man and give a hand, stand by the plan
Struggle the daily double, double trouble the
I redoubled the O in the roll, let it go then