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 you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen four-zeros of St. Ides
grade with a switchblade
Pentagrams on my watch
from the thrift shop
Busta on my feet, FUCK
back in the [?] now
Clay stuck in my cleats,
all in the J O B
Flame tip to that cheaba
Seeds poppin' like does
Meet girls in these Adidas
Grass stains from the home
pants full of M80's
Crushed in my watch pocket
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
Take some of this blood
Kinfolk it's me and you
Blood with a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the is through

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

2]
Out to my old life with tall-boy
Drink it down to the spit
Ice on the floorboard
Role models can't get
My motto was just laugh
it off and just get mad
Either way I'm up on the
for cars to throw bricks at
Anarchy is in my
fingers and pipe bombs
That's how I entertained
no dad, right mom?
Fishing hook on the hat
Grease my white nails
Hard truth to this world
Learned quick to well
Give to the microwave
I'm a chef when I'm home
Tryin' a a banana peel for me and Betty to smoke on
Tin foil a big bend makes no smoke, hood smoke
Before the [?] I was packing res' [?]
Skull up them cross bones that's no place to borrow soap
out in that deep south go pop pills like Pablo
Don't Spanish they heat manage
Crime watch and them pine
And the suit with them mag lights
We them dope boys in the box

3]
Trench in the hallway
young man's got an old gun
But when Pop left, got them safe
age gap is a short jump
Babies all in that grave
Tears drop on that Jesus
clothes, Johnny Cash
Come hostile and you leave in
stripes, red stripes
White stars, night
That banner's up in that trailer
Them pigs them blue lights
motherfucker
Power trip and pat you down
Stunt ya growth a steel cage
That'll make a man act a clown
treads on them gravel roads
Old with them rusty hoods
Baby seats full of crystal
risk but the money's good
Sherm sticks in the bosses
I smoke by the case
Watching all of this in my
To the butt, nothing to waste
Grease of the nation's pit
Oh how they savor it
Hoods dropping flies yeah
They got a for you, just wait for it
That statue was a major
But man I feel
Took this shit like a dung
I had a ball, I