Luyện nghe bài hát Institutionalized

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

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

Life can be like a box of
pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, flow's so sick, you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap politics
Milk the up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you know the
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 that used to know me, now this
tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K would do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took you to the BET Awards
You lookin' at artists like the
So many Rollies around you and you want all of
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout jewelry
I should've listened what my said to me

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 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 what said

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

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

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