Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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Gold on my silver spoon
flakes on the paint job
Country boy from that pit of
White folks that you rob
Yeah, at fourteen four-zeros of St. Ides
Fifth grade with a
Pentagrams on my fake
Levis the thrift shop
Busta on my feet, FUCK
Daddy's in the [?] now
Clay stuck in my cleats,
all in the J O B
Flame tip to cheaba cheaba
Seeds poppin' Bama does
Meet girls in green Adidas
Grass from the walk home
pants full of M80's
Crushed pills in my watch
No dope to [?]
up, tripped out
Tired eyed, brain
full, lips out
Mushrooms, dried
cannot hold the dope
Gotta half an O in a bowl
girls in a web trap
Brainwashed liked a
Take of this blood soup
it's just me and you
Blood mates a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the bitch is

Light switch, nah
shut the motherfucking power off
Ain't that a bitch, fuck
Gotta get my neighbor up just to a call
Light switch, fuck
grab a notepad, I'mma write it off
That's right bitch, I'mma it off
at this shit, it's like click to a light switch

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Out to my old with that tall-boy
Drink it down to the spit
Ice on the floorboard
Role models get that
My whole motto was laugh
Laugh it off and get mad
way I'm up on the roof
Looking for cars to throw at
Anarchy is in my
Middle and pipe bombs
how I stay entertained
With no dad, mom?
Fishing on the hat brim
under my white nails
Hard to this false world
Learned quick to well
Give to the microwave
I'm a chef I'm home alone
Tryin' a cook a banana peel for me and to smoke on
Tin foil with a big makes no smoke, hood smoke
Before the [?] I was packing res' [?]
Skull up with them bones that's no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in that south go pop pills like Pablo
speak Spanish they heat manage
Crime watch and them cops
And the black suit with them mag
We them boys in the pine box

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Trench in the hallway
That young got an old gun
But Pop left, got them safe keys
That age gap is a short
all in that grave sight
Tears drop on Jesus piece
clothes, Johnny Cash
Come hostile and you leave in
White stripes, red
White stars, night
That up in that trailer park
Them pigs flashing them blue
motherfucker
Power trip and pat you down
ya growth with a steel cage
That'll make a grown man act a
Tire treads on them gravel
Old school them rusty hoods
Baby full of crystal meth
High risk but the money's
sticks in the bosses hand
Parliaments I by the case
all of this in my land
To the butt, nothing goes to
trap of the nation's pit
Oh how they savor it
Hoods dropping like flies
They got a for you, just wait for it
statue was a major bitch
But man I feel
Took shit like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I