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.
Fifth grade a switchblade
Pentagrams on my watch
from the thrift shop
Busta on my feet, FUCK
Daddy's in the [?] now
Clay in my cleats, WHAT
all in the J O B
Flame tip to that cheaba
Seeds poppin' Bama does
girls in these green Adidas
Grass from the walk home
Cargo full of M80's
pills in my watch pocket
No dope to [?]
Geeked up, out
eyed, brain fried
Mouth full, out
Mushrooms, dried
Backwoods cannot hold the
Gotta half an O in a crystal
Young in a web trap
Brainwashed liked a
Take some of blood soup
Kinfolk it's me and you
Blood with a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the is through

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

2]
Out to my old with that tall-boy
Drink it to the spit bath
Natty Ice on the
Role models can't get
My whole motto was 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 fingers and bombs
That's how I entertained
With no dad, right
Fishing hook on the hat
Grease my white nails
Hard truth to this world
quick to fight well
Give thanks to the
I'm a chef when I'm alone
Tryin' a a banana peel for me and Betty to smoke on
Tin with a big bend makes no smoke, hood smoke
the [?] I was packing res' with [?]
Skull up with them bones that's no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in that deep south go pop pills Pablo
Don't speak Spanish heat manage
Crime watch and pine cops
And the black suit with mag lights
We dope boys in the pine box

3]
Trench in the hallway
young man's got an old gun
But when Pop left, got them keys
That age gap is a short
all in that grave sight
Tears on that Jesus piece
Black clothes, Cash
hostile and you leave in peace
White stripes, red
stars, blue night
That banner's up in that park
Them pigs flashing them lights
motherfucker
Power and they pat you down
Stunt ya with a steel cage
That'll a grown man act a clown
Tire on them gravel roads
Old school with rusty hoods
Baby seats full of crystal
High risk but the good
Sherm sticks in the bosses
I smoke by the case
Watching all of in my land
To the butt, goes to waste
Grease trap of the pit
Oh how they just it
Hoods dropping like yeah
got a plan for you, just wait for it
That statue was a bitch
But man I liberated
Took this like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I