Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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1]
Gold teeth on my spoon
flakes on the paint job
Country boy from pit of goons
folks that you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen sippin' four-zeros of St.
grade with a switchblade
Pentagrams on my fake
from 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 that cheaba
Seeds poppin' like Bama
girls in these green Adidas
Grass stains the walk home
pants full of M80's
Crushed pills in my pocket
No dope to [?]
up, tripped out
Tired eyed, brain
full, lips out
Mushrooms, sack
cannot hold the dope
Gotta half an O in a crystal
Young in a web trap
Brainwashed a vegetable
Take some of this blood
Kinfolk just me and you
Blood mates a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the is through

Light switch, nah
They the motherfucking power off
Ain't that a bitch, fuck
Gotta get my up just to make a call
Light switch, ya'll
I'ma grab a notepad, 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 that
it down 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 cars to throw at
Anarchy is in my
Middle fingers and pipe
That's how I entertained
no dad, right mom?
Fishing hook on the hat
under my white nails
Hard truth to this false
Learned to fight well
Give to the microwave
I'm a chef when I'm alone
Tryin' a cook a peel for me and Betty to smoke on
Tin foil with a big bend makes no smoke, hood
Before the [?] I was packing res' [?]
up with them cross bones that's no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in that deep south go pop pills Pablo
Don't speak Spanish they heat
watch and them pine cops
And the suit with them mag lights
We dope boys in the pine box

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Trench in the hallway
young man's got an old gun
But when Pop left, got safe keys
That age gap is a jump
Babies all in that grave
Tears drop on Jesus piece
clothes, Johnny Cash
Come hostile and you leave in
White stripes, red
White stars, night
That banner's up in trailer park
Them pigs flashing them blue
motherfucker
Power and they pat you down
Stunt ya growth with a steel
That'll make a grown man act a
treads on them gravel roads
Old school with them hoods
Baby seats full of crystal
High risk but the good
Sherm sticks in the bosses
Parliaments I smoke by the
all of this in my land
To the butt, goes to waste
Grease trap of the pit
Oh how they savor it
Hoods like flies yeah
They got a plan for you, wait for it
That statue was a bitch
But man I liberated
Took this shit like a dung
I had a ball, I