Luyện nghe bài hát Knockturnal

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

The vampires make you fear the
That kind of talk give them spirits life
She on the track like she waiting for her 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 life
the city life

The get restless when the sun goes down
The get heated and the guns go *pow*
I used to joke and smile, now so foul
He grab the heat he leave up out the front door now
Check the weather, what's the
Tryna make it rain, lookin' for cash
Little man, got no parents, who you gon' follow
When your role models send you to the for a cold bottle
And you come and see 'em in cuffs will be enoug
To hate police, and define as being tough
scuffed and them toes turnt up
This shit is
It's to put holes in denim, this ain't a fashion statement
out "thats my car"
So fascinated by gain, it's already ours in our imagination
The nation of supremacy is masturbation
The race should make you want to mash your face and run
up in somebody gates
But the fuck the safe
Small, quiet dude in the like " I know just the place"
He flash a grin the jakes love to hate
And then he the gun he had tucked in his waist
The conversations, son, I'm are overbearing
Ain't no preparing for how much the be oversharing
(Word)
The night time, the right time
When your blood is what's flowing through the school-to-prison

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

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

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