Luyện nghe bài hát Institutionalized

What got to do with it
When I don't the full definition of a rap image?
I'm inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a
up
Get it
I said I'm trapped inside the and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I still kill me a nigga, so what?

If I was the
I'd pay my mama's
Free my and them
my Chevy doors
Lay in the White and get high, Lord
Who ever
Master take the off me

Life can be like a box of
Quid pro quo, for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap politics
the game up, never lactose intolerant
The last of real shit, you know the obvious
Me No, streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the is
A dream's only a if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies used to know me, now follow this
I'll you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K Dizzle do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually never charged
But somethin' came you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists the harvests
So Rollies around you and you want all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin'
I should've what my grandmama said to me

Shit change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass
Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass nigga
Oh now, slow

And once a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, stood a little nigga
He was 5 something, God bless the kid
his homie to the show and this is what they said

Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin'
The convicts talk 'bout matchin', money and whips
The jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Gold bottles, gold models, up the ass for
flicks, suck a dick, fuck is this?
One more suck from wavin' flashy wrist
My defense mechanism me to get him, quickly because he got it
It's the recession, why the fuck he in King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, my .44
When I see 'em, put the per on the floor
Now Kendrick, know they're your
But it's gon' a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can his watch on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once that watch in LA
Remember steal the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well that's me at these
I my grandmama was warnin' a boy
She

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass
Shit don't until you get up and wash your ass
Shit don't change until you get up and your ass nigga
Oh now, slow

And once upon a time in a so divine
Called West Side Compton, there a little nigga
He was 5 foot something, dazed and
but still under the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood but you take the hood out the homie
Took his show money, stashed it in the wozey
nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your