Luyện nghe bài hát I Refuse Limitation

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Uh for these freaky hoes I
But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort
But that's they
A lot of us fall somehow
But that's that
Won't try to
From books to
Now I see and tricks
up in the mix
Of everyday in every way but the
I control the my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do
Sound like the same old
A lot of singing
Homeboys conceal your
Cuz ain't gon be no smoking section in
No more be your luck
Seven eleven on the roll
let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade
roadblocks sidewalks and ice

Sold me out for 3.5 of neighborhood clout
Now what the fuss be
I'm home from the bullshit
in work
Meanwhile others dug and covered themselves in dirt
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And you locked down
Can't run from
Luring you closer and away
To the old traps
Now you never learn your mistakes
And now you wear this ass with pride
side you on?
It wasn't no I in
Only in dreams
Saturated with
Yea you right, God gon wit ya
Fallin his grace
Rookie moves cause shifty
And 30 days I'm in the hole
But that's till I go to the state

Yea I could did my standin on one feet
But see I fucked up
I was slick
Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big to six
wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't no more I just lay
A wise man knows his
Concrete, concrete Greg Street

from a severe case of inner-city blues
I ain't got no clues to which I need to choose
This to gain is all I got to lose
Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shorty I

the shit I like
Lord got the
down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the
Of building
A rebuff from the usher of
Deacons hymns rooted stems
strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
Got wit yo bags
Boulders shoulders to depend on
Which way to
Reform, refrain, we inflame
Every thought you walk through the trails is
for one
me
me wit me
Another inside a nation
Out the land of
Suction cups to test
of skin
Supply the
And we'll mix the
Gunshows supplied me in the hour of
Watch em
Nation be the dealer
Now who's the
Yup yup that's the shit I
That's the I like

Uh puttin forth the effort to a change
Not doin a lot of bout it what's yo game?
You you can't never do that
That's when you get
For yo life your emotions runnin wild
Like salamanders swimmin in creeks
Feelin
story
you had it
Now you lost it wasn't it look what it costed
Yo young nigga
Didn't go out without a fight the gun trigger
You better think fast or get off yo feet
it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
The minds of knuckleheads grow up to be base heads
Don't say I didn't you cuz you gon see in the future
I hope I don't to shoot you
If you
Went from hardcore to beggin a bitch
good to bad
Hoods to rags real to fags
What's the
But I to lose

Sufferin a severe case of inner-city blues
I ain't got no clues to which I need to choose
This opportunity to is all I got to lose
Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shorty I

Well I woke up this mornin the same frustration from situations like these
Got a call about some work one of them temporary agencies
No high school diploma or any degrees
I can't enlist but draft me if there's a war overseas
Oh
Of course I can slice OZs
But see I'm one of aspirin MCs
And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and disagrees
But I'd rather on my feet than to live on my knees
So my uniform workin all night at Mickey D's
Got 90 dollars and some change after the government
Get fees
These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my
Purposely these limitations on black folks
So I quit cuz I'm of being one of those overworked
employees
Stop carin at all went on and did a few small
It seems my faith done turned into forgotten memories
And I ain't gettin away with because I know He always sees
But see now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gonna get high so I'm gonna get my even though it's freezin cold
Now how many times you done heard this story
Believe it or not, there's some very junkies
But dependencies is eating at they souls like disease
can turn into somebody who covets and envies
Unequal economics can make you some enemies
And the crime rate never drops so the cops around in threes
I he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby
In a dimlit room being questioned by authorities
And gave me some time in correctional facilities
And now my gotta take on a man's responsibilities