Luyện nghe bài hát Institutionalized

What got to do with it
When I know the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep back for a visit
up
Get it
I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so

If I was the
I'd pay my mama's
my homies and them
Bulletproof my doors
Lay in the White House and get high,
Who thought?
Master the chains off me

Life can be a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're poison positive
I can just the rap industry politics
Milk the up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you the obvious
Me scholarship? No, streets put me colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the is
A dream's only a dream if don't 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 think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never
But came over you once I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards
You at artists like the harvests
So many around you and you want all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened my grandmama said to me

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

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

Fuck am I to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The talk 'bout matchin', money and foreign whips
The jets and passports, presidential glass floor
Gold bottles, models, sniffin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, a dick, fuck is this?
One more suck from wavin' flashy wrist
My mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it
It's the recession, then why the fuck he in King of
No more livin' poor, my .44
When I see 'em, put the per on the floor
Now Kendrick, know they're co-workers
But it's gon' 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 that watch landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and givin' it to the poor?
Well that's me at these
I my grandmama was warnin' a boy
She

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

And once a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little
He was 5 foot something, dazed and
Talented but still the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood but you can't the hood out the homie
Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey
Hollywood's
Fuck you, goodnight, you much for your service