Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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1]
Gold on my silver spoon
flakes on the paint job
Country boy that pit of goons
folks that you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen sippin' four-zeros of St.
Fifth with a switchblade
on my fake watch
Levis from the thrift
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
poppin' like Bama does
Meet girls in these green
Grass stains from the walk
Cargo pants full of
Crushed in my watch pocket
No dope to [?]
Geeked up, out
Tired eyed, brain
Mouth full, out
Mushrooms, dried
Backwoods hold the dope
Gotta half an O in a bowl
girls in a web trap
Brainwashed liked a
Take some of this blood
Kinfolk just me and you
mates with a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the bitch is

Light switch, nah
They the motherfucking power off
that a bitch, fuck ya'll
Gotta get my neighbor up to make a call
Light switch, ya'll
I'ma grab a notepad, write it off
right bitch, I'mma turn it off
Looking at this shit, it's like click to a light

2]
Out to my old life that tall-boy
Drink it to the spit bath
Natty Ice on the
Role can't get that
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
Middle and pipe bombs
That's how I stay
With no dad, mom?
Fishing on the hat brim
under my white nails
Hard truth to this false
Learned to fight well
Give thanks to the
I'm a when 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
Before the [?] I was packing res' [?]
Skull up with them cross bones that's no place to borrow
Pirates out in that deep south go pop like 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

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