Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout to Explode

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

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

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

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

Back in the on Chicago Avenue, (?)
Niggas used to for the kicks to slang cain
Hustle and pain niggas
Once there was a little brother who across the street with his crew
Fast everyday, facing murder situations
Gang affiliation you kill a nation
Take another life a day, smoking, just to get away
Put it in the raw, I'm 'bout to go
Y'all can't but to talk, it's us against the law
That shit backing people off the gator alley in the whole
I don't where 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
Every day is
If you didn't count blessings boy then you really should
the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out

So shit on my mind
I can't the time to free myself from going down
Best to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than situations
Erasing, ruin doing in the mind
Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, lying
for the rhyme let the spirit climb
You thinking different, for the real of it
Flic' in this forever, finally in Chicago, tear a little
Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it let it go
it's about to blow, like how much longer can I go
How many situations I just go below, catch up with my funeral
Caught up and up in it into dimensions
The feeling like I take it no more
The mission is with pressure
Pressure is the certificate and that 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
Struggle the double, double trouble the mold
I redoubled the O in the roll, let it go then