Luyện nghe bài hát Invetro

Two weeks before my old man up in her
My never walked slow
Now she smoke crack, sit back and listen to talk
I hope she don't eat pork fried rice

See, the cholesterol already got my tight
I might select even before she injects her chemicals
To wrap the umbilical cords around my
Shit, I'm pissin' in the

Two and a half old, already thoughts of stabbin' men
plots and plans for thievin' and shit
Immune to the gospel, not in shit
Where the fuck do I go from

when the afterbirth disperse, it's hard to persevere
I I can't fuck with it
She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and I'm with it
The asthmatic, internally scarred crack addicts

Who needles outside in the rain
On Kraftmatics and at it
I guess for them it seems funny but
I be the nigga who kills for petty money

this 'Temple of Doom' we throw the womb
I to be emitted in June, considered a coon
Livin' my life incomplete
On the edge of destruction,

I'd not be born
Than to be scorned in this world of
Where life escape me and me like thorn
Wild like child pornography, the autobi of the

I'd rather not be
Than to be scorned in world of hate
Where life escape me and stick me thorn
like child pornography, the autobi of the unborn

Overshadowed in darkness where is my light
Fear it but very coherent that there's a fifty percent chance I might
Not make it in spite of the fact it's my
And can't take it, knowin' I'm losin' this fight

To contradiction, the love with the hatred inviting
Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my go down like Christion
mommy dearest is confused right now
But my faith brings us through someway,

From now I vow to the livin', bow only to God
The coke's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence got me scarred
Disregard what the allowed on my set
city's number one threat, huh

Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit that one day
Or get my hustle on just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long
Flow as a positive form to first
I want some and a ill-ass fuckin' neighborhood rep

600 Benz gooseneck with a system in it
Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows
Desire presented for ice cream, Big Wheels, local rented
From 'Power Rangers', 'Lion King', 'Toy and 'Goonies'

But the bomb, at least that's I heard
Beyond my 9 to 5's, I write a rap song
But with your insides the vision is frail
Dreams set sail

From all unprotected sex and cold ballantyne ales, oh, well
I still prevail, God always has something in store for me this hell Move on, torn in the eyes of Allah, scorned
When the distortion upon my abortion clinic visit in the morn

I'd not be born
Than to be scorned in this of hate
Where life me and stick me like thorn
Wild like pornography, the autobi of the unborn

I'd rather not be
Than to be in this world of hate
Where life escape me and me like thorn
like child pornography, the autobi of the unborn

I'd rather be born, as the true and livin'
to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on
Still rethinkin' my position until I'm gone, mission is to mind
Glisten, forever, weather the storm