Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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1]
Gold teeth on my spoon
Frosted flakes on the job
Country boy from that pit of
White folks that you rob
Yeah, at fourteen sippin' four-zeros of St.
grade with a switchblade
Pentagrams on my watch
Levis the thrift shop
Rhymes on my feet, FUCK
Daddy's in the [?] now
Clay in my cleats, WHAT
all in the J O B
Flame tip to cheaba cheaba
Seeds poppin' Bama does
Meet in these green Adidas
Grass stains the walk home
Cargo pants of M80's
Crushed in my watch pocket
No dope to [?]
up, tripped out
Tired eyed, brain
full, lips out
Mushrooms, dried
Backwoods hold the dope
Gotta an O in a crystal bowl
Young girls in a web
liked a vegetable
Take of this blood soup
Kinfolk it's me and you
mates with a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the is through

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

2]
Out to my old life with that
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
for cars to throw bricks 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 false world
quick to fight 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 with a big makes no smoke, hood smoke
Before the [?] I was packing res' [?]
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
Crime watch and pine cops
And the black suit with them mag
We them dope in the pine box

3]
Trench coats in the
That man's got an old gun
But Pop left, got them safe keys
age gap is a short jump
Babies all in that grave
Tears on that Jesus piece
Black clothes, Cash
Come hostile and you leave in
stripes, red stripes
White stars, night
banner's up in that trailer park
Them pigs flashing blue lights
Psychological
Power trip and pat you down
Stunt ya growth a steel cage
That'll a grown man act a clown
Tire treads on gravel roads
Old school with rusty hoods
Baby full of crystal meth
High but the money's good
Sherm sticks in the hand
Parliaments I by the case
Watching all of in my land
To the butt, nothing to waste
trap of the nation's pit
Oh how they savor it
Hoods dropping like yeah
got a plan for you, just wait for it
That was a major bitch
But man I liberated
Took this like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I