Luyện nghe bài hát Inland City Blues

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Staring at lights, I been look at since toddler days.
the Sorcerers Stone, Harry 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 up and just ride away.

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

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

It's the inner blues.
try and many lose.
They let ass cops just break the rules.
When young kid gets won't make the news.

Then you why the young boy take 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 real reason why a real nigga for.
To remind my youth. I gotta my youth!

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