Luyện nghe bài hát Ignorance is Bliss

1:]
Kill him where he stand or over him shake his hand
Then jump in that mini van, double back to his block
And blam I backing down for nothing
I'm a back em down Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam, like a single, man
Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 on your corner,
Coroners your mama, mama he's dead,
The next morning toasted up with my homies
We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways?
You see this game we play come uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me I have accomplished
I don't know I have conscience
I just load up and dumpin' on enemies I'm head hunting
No sympathy, no love when you in these streets just get something
Protect ya neck cause they comin' for set respects your onion
Then chop your your head tumblin' like gymnastics
Cause is bliss

2:]
This the hardest shit heard from LA this far
And I'm this far, a discharge but never will I dish off
We all tryna ball and I got the rock I'll dish off
Until the day I pistol whip you till ya'll pissed off
peel off, in a hooptie
Come back and make these niggas shoot me
And bitches wanna salute me or seduce me
Indubitably I'm too
I'm a do me
Better than bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2
And I'm
make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for talent
No tarot reading I'm foreseeing you niggas vanish
Not only from the rap game, I'm the planet
Cats so watered down clowns can Titanic
Tie titanium around their neck and em panic
Give me respect, dammit, or get
Die young, corpse identified by your
you a parrot
Mocking me and my
But I won't share it just you cop it then call you a sheriff
it, I'm hearin' the comments
The critics are calling me
But truthfully, shooter be callin' me Compton
So truthfully, only me Kweli and Common?
Proves, that ignorance is

3:]
And this still the hardest shit you've heard from LA far
And I'm far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
This my world, I grab the then play kickball
And they wonder why these California hit so hard
I'm so-Cal, you so
need to go call
Ghostbusters to shoot busters I'm Casper I go off
I show up, to show out to off
You a hundred percent me
And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime
I remember being 17 someone would sign me
Now the only way these get me back is when they rewind me
down boggins
Backin' bitches
We gon' flip her once she off that dolphin
You tip her
Cause is bliss
And Willy B I'm a fool on yo beats, I bleed out the
As the that spoke when they done speak