Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (B.B.T.)

Boom

at my troubled life,
Thinking if the grass looks on the other side,
And God knows my mother tried,
With me, myself Hollowman, and my grind,
about the gutter times,
Peanut butter, jam, one bread and a knife,
no fucking lie,
I lost Big Lee and it felt like my died,
woulds say I'm a lucky guy,
I'm 26, thought I wouldn't make it to 25,
And I know hate I'm a heavy guy,
But if they wanna snake me take it to any height,
me on any ride,
Got a clip, there's no space in my semi nine,
And I'm impatient and high,
'em to sleep motherfuckers say your beddy-byes,
And I'm racing to my life (yeah, yeah),
Fam I set a time,
I ain't talkin about the with the treble type,
Fam I'm talkin about the base you pebble [? ] grind,
God forsake me for getting mine,
Cause I I'm doing great in the devil's eyes,
This is blatently crime,
Throw me down a let me get inside.

I'm caught up with the fat hammers out,
(Where?) Pecknarm, black town,
Slap that round,
that faggot down.

I'm caught up with the fat hammers out,
(Where?) Pecknarm, bandana town,
Slap banger round,
that faggot down.

The in my head says,
That my messed, I ain't far from my death bed,
[? ] as I lay on my bed spread,
Pested by my lifestyle and my deaths,
Fed's locked down, got no friends left,
[? ] and had a breakdown from [? ] stretch,
My ends said slow down, but my head's stressed,
I said yes, slow now, need my head checked,
Check to the playground, only ten then,
Ten years later spraying on your ends' set,
[? ]
The real shit I layed down shows my ends rep,
The deep shit that I write down my pen's depth,
Wanna it to the next step,
I'm a street-sweeper, get end's swept,
Feds in their plain clothes on my set rest,
The next to get some info where the tec's kept,
My bet is to lay low, so I rested,
My head's wrecked cause the got molested,
Promoters' on the dick,
When ban me from the show, they're against it,
But I it,
Fuckers the roads where my strength is,
Made a new flow and I sick,
Nigga the five-0 little bent pricks,
Bunch of homo's and your stench whiffs,
And the haters round in their rent whips,
All upon me and I six [? ],
You see me on some bent shit,
Niggas know I'm straight 'Narm my strength kicks,
And my ends is out of every other end's lips,
And in every mouth a dentist.

I'm caught up with the fat black out,
(Where?) Pecknarm, black town,
Slap that round,
Clap that down.

I'm caught up with the fat hammers out,
(Where?) Pecknarm, black town,
Slap that round,
Clap that down.