Luyện nghe bài hát Institutionalized

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

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

can be like a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the
Oh shit, flow's so sick, you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're poison positive
I can just the rap industry politics
Milk the game up, never lactose
The last remainder of 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 dream if work follow it
Remind me of the homies that to know me, now follow this
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too
K Dizzle would do it for you, my niggas I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're charged
But somethin' over you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists like the
So Rollies around you and you want all of them
told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I listened what my grandmama said to me

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

And once upon a in a city so divine
West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was 5 foot something, God the kid
Took his to the show and this is what they said

Fuck am I 'posed to do I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The convicts talk 'bout matchin', money and foreign
The jets and passports, presidential glass floor
bottles, gold models, sniffin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suck a dick, is this?
One more suck away from wavin' flashy
My defense mechanism tell me to get him, because he got it
It's the recession, why the fuck he in King of Diamonds?
No livin' poor, meet my .44
I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
Now Kendrick, know your co-workers
But it's take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be
But see I'm on the clock once that watch in LA
Remember from 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 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 upon a time in a so divine
Called Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was 5 foot something, and confused
Talented but still under the ruse
You can take boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie
Took his money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you for your service