Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5

Man I hate rap, but if the fits, wear it
I've become a freak of all the kids stare at
Who walk bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a
I'm
And I'm I played a part in this devilish game
Making common sense perish
But I ain't taking the blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had parents
All of brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you got it, life's not as complete
You sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his
But still you out in these thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the
Making sure your swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite like "Yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to
When I say the word "fun", what do you
Probably drinking and smoking out with crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, New Edition
Is that all you life really is
if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even a brain, GIMME IT!
Do you even have any
Aside from bagging these hoes and a bowl
let me guess- No
You're only in school because parents make you go
And all you do is play beer pong and hang out with bros
Yo, society's got you living for a cause
a fucking adult with no skills at all
You read any books or play ball
You don't draw, you do nothing at all
Still you fiend for the fruits
You don't have cause you idolize that do
And all they say is "I got money and stacked to the roof"
And now you think that gon' magically just happen to you
How, lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a
You succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and it all cause you can't provide
friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the
Girls, stop acting you want a guy with traits like Romeo
Bitch that's a lie
You talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something
Shut up tramp, it
Twice a week you put on makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club with your ass shaking
Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he making
Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas
One of them niggas got you pregnant and you raise it
But you caused it, your made a fat statement
You Romeo, then act patient
And fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'
It's the club, where put on a new persona
After get loaded with a few coronas
They always shouting and wild out habits that very few condone of
they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em
Then when leave you, you cry and cry
'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy
I've so many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth? I die"
You want Romeo, you're not
cock-thirsty
You're nasty and probably got
Sometimes the to find is to stop searching
Try a new formula, your last one's not working
The term "real nigga"'s publicly
And I need to know what it means, cause I'm confused
Are you one for busting your tool
With nothing to and something to prove to homies up in your crew
Is it because you're selling drugs to get
And brag how you done been shot and stabbed
Like fun to be you
But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you stuck in a loop
Man, why do people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve
Cause you in the streets acting like a
It's clear you stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog
And all you're in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you, if we out in public
You gon' get caught stealing some and get my ass in trouble, too
You'll get old and be
Living life in streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean mugging
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking life's cool
Girls used to turn me for guys who were like you
'Til you grab their heart and shove a right through
Then they regret it it wasn't the right move
Your real talk seems bogus
A real nigga brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his doesn't seem hopeless
A real nigga stays out of jail, shit, and he keeps focused
So all you rappers whose soul is out in the
You inspire the issue I wrote about in song
You go to pile on the young who roam around in the
See this is what happens when overcrowded with bums
Hope the hour is long when I'm out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know the is strong
All you menacing freaks are only in it for
And the mass control limit was breached - fuck
only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see
They purposely making the weak
My existence on this planet's for you, I only here to benefit me
Yo, we need to make a while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal
I can you if you feel blind
I just you to be willing to journey into my ill mind.