Luyện nghe bài hát Inland City Blues

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Staring at street lights, I look at since toddler days.
Since the Sorcerers Stone, Potter days.
Thinkin chicks that got away,
and my niggas gone and got shot away.
On my mind, a lot today.
25 left with a lot to say, but they want me to shut up and just away.

But not this guy. Oh no not price.
5'9 but my heart me I'm 6'5.
I let my nuts low with my fist high.
All the fake shit don't get on this side.

See that'll get you round here.
That'll get you jumped here.
We fuck with punks round here.
We don't with Trump round here!

the inner city blues.
Most try and lose.
They let crooked ass just break the rules.
When young kid gets won't make the news.

Then you wonder why the young boy the tool.
And kick doors, they is get more.
Daddy in the pen, so it up his mental.
Shells hit the window, mommy out get low!

You know how that shit go... you know how that shit go? Same old cycle momma told me use my voice, thats the reason why a real nigga spit for.
To my youth. I gotta remind my youth!

That wouldn't have created minds, combines, there aint that you can fathom that we can't do.
White girl in the front row. she like price, can you my boobs?
I'm like "I would, but I'm too high. and thats off my path, I'm tryna my truth, lets go.