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 been on my mind
Every time I look around, I try to prevent going
From locked up or dying

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

High-Tech young with a little scratch, could be richer
Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I
Like a bag of weed, I was now a nigga see everything
strapping up on this thang, timing's off, feel the pain
Let the done laid out, shits way out, no way out
Murder to the lunatics, them the that was talking that shit
Took the to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off
Smoke that bitch, a mess
I suggest, we suggest, each other up
Look into the mind of a born westside
Mount Sainai in the flesh my
Niggas the bottle, get the top
pour out the back door when its war
Armor to brothers stay clean
Watch your 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, and death all I've learned
I've earned my respect in the hood, but the shiesty still pulling
You a man for the man, thats point he was trying to prove
Got your own mind, as well use it for yourself
Cause 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
jumping off by the evenings now
97' just another season
Niggas in it 6 deep and no reason dying freely

Back in the days on Avenue, (?)
Niggas used to bang for the kicks to cain
Hustle and rain pain
Once there was a little brother who ruled the street with his crew
Fast everyday, facing murder situations
Gang affiliation makes you kill a
Take another life a day, smoking, just to get away
Put it in the raw, I'm to go boom
Y'all help but to talk, it's us against the law
That shit backing off from the gator alley in the whole
I don't where the hell to go
Cause my life is like a 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' then I
day is numbing
If you didn't count your blessings boy you really should
Until the tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out

So much on my mind
I can't find the time to free myself going down
to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations
Erasing, ruin time in the mind
Like to em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, niggas lying
Reason for the rhyme let the spirit
You thinking different, defending for the of it
Flic' in this forever, letting in Chicago, tear a little
Never on a pedastool, want to up off it then let it go
Easy it's about to blow, like how 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
is the death certificate and that 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 the mold
I the O in the roll, let it go then explode