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' back for a
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 rent
Free my homies and
Bulletproof my Chevy
Lay in the House and get high, Lord
Who ever
take 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, salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap politics
Milk the up, never lactose intolerant
The last of real shit, you know the obvious
Me scholarship? No, streets put me through
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 used to know me, now follow this
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too
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 I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists the harvests
So many around you and you want all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout jewelry
I should've listened what my grandmama to me

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

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

Fuck am I to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The convicts talk matchin', money 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 from wavin' wrist
My defense mechanism tell me to get him, quickly he got it
the recession, then 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 they're your
But it's gon' a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once that landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and it back to the poor?
that's me at these awards
I guess my grandmama was a boy
She

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

And upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was 5 foot something, and confused
Talented but still 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 service