Luyện nghe bài hát Knockturnal

It's all
Do or die
I hear ya before I out that good working
With not ease 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
gotta make a living

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

The city get restless when the sun goes
The words get and the guns go *pow*
I to joke and smile, now everyone's so foul
He grab the heat he leave up out the front door now
the weather, what's the forecast
Tryna make it rain, lookin' for more
Little man, ain't got no parents, who you gon'
your role models send you to the store for a cold bottle
And you come and see 'em in cuffs will be enoug
To hate police, and define as being tough
Sneakers scuffed and them toes up
shit is aggravating
It's hard to put in denim, this ain't a fashion statement
out "thats my car"
So fascinated by material gain, it's already in our imagination
The matrix nation of is masturbation
The master race should make you want to mash your and run
Right up in gates
But where the fuck the
Small, dude in the back like " I know just the place"
He a toothy grin the jakes love to hate
And then he flashed the gun he had in his waist
The conversations, son, I'm are overbearing
Ain't no preparing for how the hood be oversharing
(Word)
The night time, always the right
When your blood is what's flowing the school-to-prison pipeline

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

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

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
real close you can hear the city cry
You it right?
Its every night the city die
We the blood, we give the city
Living the city