Luyện nghe bài hát Knockturnal

It's all
Do or die
I hear ya before I come out that good
With not that I hear shooting and what not
You know, you hear, pop po-pop pop
And I'm you
Come on, don't be
You ain't out in that
As I to you
Brother gotta make a

The vampires make you the night
That kind of talk give them evil life
She on the track like she waiting for her to dry
Listen real you can hear the city cry
You it right?
Its like every night the die
We the blood, we give the life
the city life

The city get restless when the sun down
The words get heated and the guns go
I used to joke and smile, now everyone's so
He grab the heat before he leave up out the front now
Check the weather, the forecast
Tryna make it rain, lookin' for more
Little man, got no parents, who you gon' follow
When your role models send you to the store for a cold
And you come back and see 'em in cuffs will be
To hate police, and define manhood as being
Sneakers scuffed and toes turnt up
This shit is
It's hard to put holes in denim, ain't a fashion statement
out "thats my car"
So fascinated by material gain, it's already in our imagination
The matrix of supremacy is masturbation
The master race should you want to mash your face and run
Right up in gates
But the fuck the safe
Small, dude in the back like " I know just the place"
He flash a grin the jakes love to hate
And he flashed the gun he had tucked in his waist
The conversations, son, I'm hearing are
no preparing for how much the hood be oversharing
(Word)
The time, always the right time
your blood is what's flowing through the school-to-prison pipeline

The vampires you fear the night
That kind of talk give them evil spirits
She on the track she waiting for her tears to dry
Listen real close you can hear the cry
You it right?
Its like every the city die
We the blood, we give the life
Living the life

you ain't got a pot to piss
Everybody on the block is competition
Police all in your pocket, you're to forfeit
When espionage is corporate, that means you got an office
Instead arrested for the petty
to apologise for every breath
A warrior stood in the face of deaths
But since they colonized us are there any
He in the streets like he got a home
Writing a poem to the beat of the sobs and
Ran into Joan, skin chocolate as a
Clickety-clack of stilettos on wet
Streetlights illuminate how dark it is
The block is a college, you got a in marketing
A doctorate in swallowing, this pimping paid her
She out her tits, 'cos they pay her to be provocative
niggas tryna holla tho (holla tho)
But they ain't got no dollars
It sound like, Imma hit a anyday
So fuck you bitch, she look that good anyway
(You don't even good anyway)
Since when is a virtue?
Cops circle the block, they went from
And frisk to and merc you
Smoking purple in a crop circle
Fast is not to ride the same got you

The make you fear the night
That kind of give them evil spirits life
She on the track like she for her tears to dry
Listen close you can hear the city cry
You hear it
Its like every night the die
We the blood, we give the city
Living the city