Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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1]
Gold on my silver spoon
Frosted 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 watch
from the thrift shop
Busta Rhymes on my feet,
back in the [?] now
Clay stuck in my cleats,
all in the J O B
Flame tip to that cheaba
Seeds poppin' Bama does
Meet in these green Adidas
Grass stains the walk home
Cargo pants of M80's
Crushed pills in my pocket
No to these [?]
up, tripped out
Tired eyed, fried
Mouth full, out
Mushrooms, sack
cannot hold the dope
Gotta half an O in a crystal
Young in a web trap
liked a vegetable
Take some of this blood
it's just me and you
Blood with a twenty-two
and the bitch is through

Light switch, nah
shut the motherfucking power off
Ain't that a bitch, ya'll
Gotta get my up just to make a call
Light switch, ya'll
I'ma grab a notepad, I'mma it off
That's right bitch, I'mma it off
Looking at this shit, it's click to a light switch

2]
Out to my old life with that
Drink it down to the bath
Natty Ice on the
Role models get that
My whole motto was laugh
it off and just get mad
Either way I'm up on the
Looking for to throw bricks at
Anarchy is in my
Middle and pipe bombs
how I stay entertained
With no dad, right
hook on the hat brim
Grease under my white
Hard truth to this false
quick to fight 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 bend makes no smoke, hood
Before the [?] I was packing with [?]
up with them cross bones that's no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in that deep south go pop like Pablo
Don't speak Spanish heat manage
watch and them pine cops
And the black suit with mag lights
We dope boys in the pine box

3]
Trench in the hallway
That man's got an old gun
But when Pop left, got safe keys
age gap is a short jump
Babies all in grave sight
Tears drop on Jesus piece
Black clothes, Cash
Come hostile and you in peace
stripes, red stripes
White stars, night
That banner's up in that trailer
Them pigs flashing them lights
motherfucker
Power trip and pat you down
Stunt ya with a steel cage
That'll make a man act a clown
Tire treads on gravel roads
Old school with them hoods
Baby seats full of meth
High but the money's good
Sherm in the bosses hand
Parliaments I smoke by the
Watching all of in my land
To the butt, nothing goes to
Grease of the nation's pit
Oh how they savor it
Hoods like flies yeah
They got a plan for you, just for it
That was a major bitch
But man I liberated
Took this shit like a beetle
I had a ball, I