Luyện nghe bài hát Inland City Blues

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

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

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

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

Then you wonder why the young boy the tool.
And doors, they ambition is get more.
in the pen, so it fucked up his mental.
Shells hit the window, yelling 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 why a real nigga spit for.
To my youth. I gotta remind my youth!

wouldn't have created minds, combines, there aint nothing that you can fathom that we can't do.
White girl in the 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.