Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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Gold on my silver spoon
flakes on the paint job
Country boy from that pit of
White folks you can't rob
Yeah, at sippin' four-zeros of St. Ides
Fifth grade with a
Pentagrams on my fake
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
Seeds poppin' like Bama
Meet girls in green Adidas
stains from the walk home
Cargo pants full of
pills in my watch pocket
No to these [?]
up, tripped out
Tired eyed, fried
full, lips out
Mushrooms, dried
Backwoods hold the dope
Gotta half an O in a bowl
girls in a web trap
Brainwashed a vegetable
some of this blood soup
Kinfolk just me and you
Blood mates with a
Witchcraft and the bitch is

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

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Out to my old life with that
Drink it to the spit bath
Ice on the floorboard
Role models can't get
My motto was just laugh
Laugh it off and get mad
Either way I'm up on the
Looking for cars to bricks at
is in my genes
Middle fingers and pipe
how I stay entertained
With no dad, mom?
Fishing on the hat brim
Grease under my white
Hard truth to this false
Learned to fight well
Give to the microwave
I'm a chef when I'm home
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 res' with [?]
Skull up with them cross bones no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in that deep south go pop pills like
speak Spanish they heat manage
Crime watch and them pine
And the black suit with them mag
We them dope in the pine box

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Trench in the hallway
That man's got an old gun
But when Pop left, got them safe
That age gap is a jump
Babies all in that sight
Tears drop on Jesus piece
Black clothes, Johnny
Come hostile and you in peace
stripes, red stripes
White stars, night
banner's up in that trailer park
Them pigs flashing them blue
Psychological
Power trip and pat you down
Stunt ya growth with a steel
That'll make a grown man act a
Tire on them gravel roads
Old school with them hoods
Baby seats full of crystal
High risk but the money's
Sherm in the bosses hand
Parliaments I smoke by the
Watching all of this in my
To the butt, nothing goes to
Grease trap of the pit
Oh how they savor it
Hoods like flies yeah
They got a plan for you, just for it
That statue was a bitch
But man I feel
Took this like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I