Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (B.B.T.)

Boom

Looking at my life,
Thinking if the grass looks on the other side,
And God knows that my tried,
me, myself Hollowman, and my brother grind,
Thinking the gutter times,
Peanut butter, jam, one bread and a knife,
It's no lie,
I lost Big Lee and it felt like my died,
Some 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 and very high,
Puttin' 'em to 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 bass the treble type,
Fam I'm talkin the base that you pebble [? ] grind,
God don't me for getting mine,
Cause I know I'm great in the devil's eyes,
This is blatently crime,
Throw me down a let me get inside.

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

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

The pain in my says,
That my life's messed, I ain't far my death bed,
[? ] as I lay on my bed spread,
Pested by my lifestyle and my deaths,
Fed's everyone down, got no friends left,
[? ] and had a breakdown your [? ] stretch,
My ends said nigga down, but my head's stressed,
I said yes, nigga slow now, my head checked,
Check to the playground, only ten then,
Ten years spraying rounds on your ends' set,
[? ]
The real that I layed down shows my ends rep,
The deep shit that I write shows my pen's depth,
Wanna take it to the step,
I'm a street-sweeper, get your swept,
Feds in their plain clothes on my set rest,
The next step's to get some info 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,
show the roads where my strength is,
Made a new and I went sick,
Nigga the five-0 little bent pricks,
Bunch of fucking and your stench whiffs,
And the rollin' round in their rent whips,
All me and I send six [? ],
You won't see me on some shit,
Niggas know I'm straight 'Narm when my kicks,
And my ends is coming out of every end's lips,
And in every like a dentist.

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

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