Luyện nghe bài hát Institutionalized

What got to do with it
When I don't the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' for a visit
up
Get it
I said I'm trapped the ghetto 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
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 like a box of
Quid pro quo, for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, flow's so sick, you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're salmonella positive
I can just alleviate the rap industry
Milk the game up, never lactose
The last remainder of real shit, you the obvious
Me scholarship? No, 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 follow
I'll you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K would do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're charged
But somethin' came over you I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists the harvests
So many Rollies around you and you want all of
Somebody told me you 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I listened 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 your ass
Shit don't change until you get up and your ass nigga
Oh now, down

And upon a time in a city so divine
Called West Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was 5 foot something, God the kid
Took his homie to the 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 whips
The private jets and passports, presidential floor
bottles, gold models, sniffin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suck a dick, fuck is
One suck away from wavin' flashy wrist
My mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it
the recession, then why the fuck he in King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, 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 that watch landin' in LA
steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well that's me at these
I guess my grandmama was a boy
She

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

And upon a time in a city so divine
West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was 5 foot something, dazed and
Talented but still the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the 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 for your service