Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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1]
Gold teeth on my silver
Frosted flakes on the job
Country boy from pit of goons
White folks you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen sippin' 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 in my cleats, WHAT
all in the J O B
Flame tip to that cheaba
Seeds poppin' Bama does
Meet girls in these Adidas
Grass stains the walk home
Cargo pants full of
Crushed pills in my watch
No dope to [?]
Geeked up, out
Tired eyed, fried
full, lips out
Mushrooms, sack
Backwoods cannot hold the
Gotta half an O in a crystal
Young girls in a web
Brainwashed liked a
some of this blood soup
Kinfolk it's me and you
Blood with a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the is through

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

2]
Out to my old life with tall-boy
Drink it down to the bath
Ice on the floorboard
Role models can't get
My whole was just laugh
Laugh it off and get mad
way I'm up on the roof
Looking for to throw bricks at
Anarchy is in my
Middle and pipe bombs
That's how I entertained
With no dad, right
Fishing hook on the hat
Grease under my nails
Hard to this false world
quick to fight well
Give thanks to the
I'm a when I'm home alone
Tryin' a cook a banana for me and Betty to smoke on
Tin foil with a big bend no smoke, hood smoke
Before the [?] I was packing with [?]
up with them cross bones that's no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in deep south go pop pills like Pablo
Don't speak Spanish heat manage
watch and them pine cops
And the black with them mag lights
We them dope in the pine box

3]
Trench coats in the
That young 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 that Jesus
Black clothes, Cash
Come hostile and you in peace
stripes, red stripes
White stars, blue
That up in that trailer park
Them pigs flashing blue lights
Psychological
trip and they pat you down
Stunt ya growth with a cage
That'll a grown man act a clown
Tire on them gravel roads
Old school them rusty hoods
seats full of crystal meth
High risk but the good
Sherm sticks in the bosses
Parliaments I smoke by the
Watching all of in my land
To the butt, goes to waste
trap of the nation's pit
Oh how they savor it
Hoods like flies yeah
They got a plan for you, just for it
statue was a major bitch
But man I feel
Took shit like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I