Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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Gold teeth on my spoon
Frosted on the paint job
Country boy from pit of goons
folks that you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen four-zeros of St. Ides
Fifth grade a switchblade
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
poppin' like Bama does
Meet in these green Adidas
stains from the walk home
Cargo pants of M80's
Crushed pills in my pocket
No dope to [?]
Geeked up, out
Tired eyed, fried
Mouth full, out
Mushrooms, sack
Backwoods cannot the dope
Gotta half an O in a crystal
Young in a web trap
Brainwashed a vegetable
some of this blood soup
Kinfolk it's me and you
Blood mates a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the bitch is

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

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Out to my old life with tall-boy
Drink it to the spit bath
Natty Ice on the
Role can't get that
My whole motto was just
it off and just get mad
Either way I'm up on the
Looking for to throw bricks at
Anarchy is in my
fingers and pipe bombs
That's how I entertained
With no dad, right
Fishing on the hat brim
Grease my white nails
Hard truth to this world
Learned quick to well
Give thanks to the
I'm a chef I'm home alone
Tryin' a cook a peel for me and Betty to smoke on
Tin foil a big bend makes no smoke, hood smoke
the [?] I was packing res' with [?]
Skull up them cross bones that's no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in that deep go pop pills like Pablo
Don't speak they heat manage
watch and them pine cops
And the black suit them mag lights
We dope 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
age gap is a short jump
Babies all in that sight
Tears on that Jesus piece
Black clothes, Johnny
Come and you leave in peace
stripes, red stripes
White stars, night
That up in that trailer park
Them flashing them blue lights
Psychological
Power trip and they pat you
Stunt ya growth with a cage
That'll a grown man act a clown
Tire on them gravel roads
Old with them rusty hoods
Baby full of crystal meth
risk but the money's good
Sherm sticks in the hand
Parliaments I smoke by the
all of this in my land
To the butt, nothing goes to
Grease of the nation's pit
Oh how they just it
Hoods like flies yeah
They got a plan for you, just for it
That statue was a bitch
But man I liberated
Took this like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I