Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout to Explode

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

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

High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be
Hustling to make enough to buy the I need
Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see
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 that
the test to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off
Smoke bitch, what a mess
I suggest, we suggest, each other up
Look into the mind of a Flic' westside
Sainai in the flesh bless my
Niggas the bottle, get the top
Then pour out the back door its war
Armor to brothers stay clean
Watch your back brothers I mean

My hood is burned up, and burned up is my
We ?kicked a foot?, don't own a hood
I took too much 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 he was trying to prove
Got own mind, might as well use it for yourself
you'se your own man to the right, to the left, all is well
And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever and retrieve
Killers off by the evenings now
97' another hunting season
Niggas in it 6 deep and no reason dying freely

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

So much on my mind
I can't the time to free myself from going down
to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations
Erasing, doing time in the mind
Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, lying
for the rhyme let the spirit climb
You different, defending for the real of it
Flic' in this forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a
Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it let it go
Easy it's about to blow, how much longer can I go
How many situations before I just go below, catch up my funeral
Caught up and up in it into dimensions
The like I can't take it no more
The mission is with pressure
Pressure is the death certificate and will get cha'
Wet cha', you on a stretcher, I bet cha'
He shook off and for shelter
Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the
the daily double, double trouble the mold
I the O in the roll, let it go then explode