Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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1]
Gold teeth on my silver
Frosted flakes on the job
Country boy that pit of goons
White that you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen sippin' four-zeros of St.
Fifth grade a switchblade
Pentagrams on my watch
Levis from the shop
Busta on my feet, FUCK
back in the [?] now
Clay in my cleats, WHAT
all in the J O B
Flame tip to cheaba cheaba
Seeds poppin' Bama does
Meet girls in these green
Grass stains from the home
Cargo pants of M80's
Crushed pills in my pocket
No to these [?]
Geeked up, out
Tired eyed, fried
full, lips out
Mushrooms, dried
cannot hold the dope
Gotta an O in a crystal bowl
Young girls in a web
Brainwashed a vegetable
Take some of this blood
Kinfolk just me and you
Blood mates with a
Witchcraft and the is through

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

2]
Out to my old life that tall-boy
Drink it to the spit bath
Ice on the floorboard
Role models can't get
My whole was just laugh
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 stay
no dad, right mom?
Fishing on the hat brim
under my white nails
Hard truth to this world
Learned to fight well
thanks to the microwave
I'm a chef when I'm alone
a cook 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 with [?]
Skull up with them cross bones that's no place to soap
Pirates out in that deep south go pop like Pablo
Don't speak Spanish they heat
Crime watch and pine cops
And the black with them mag lights
We dope boys in the pine box

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