Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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1]
Gold on my silver spoon
Frosted on the paint job
Country boy that pit of goons
White that you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen four-zeros of St. Ides
Fifth with a switchblade
on my fake watch
Levis from the 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
Grass stains from the walk
Cargo pants of M80's
Crushed in my watch pocket
No to these [?]
Geeked up, out
Tired eyed, brain
full, lips out
Mushrooms, dried
Backwoods hold the dope
Gotta half an O in a crystal
girls in a web trap
Brainwashed liked a
Take some of this blood
it's just me and you
Blood mates with a
Witchcraft and the bitch is

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

2]
Out to my old life that tall-boy
Drink it down to the spit
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
Looking for to throw bricks at
is in my genes
Middle fingers and bombs
That's how I stay
With no dad, mom?
Fishing hook on the hat
Grease under my white
Hard to this false world
quick to fight well
Give thanks to the
I'm a chef when I'm home
Tryin' a cook a banana peel for me and to smoke on
Tin foil with a big bend makes no smoke, smoke
Before the [?] I was packing res' [?]
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 they heat manage
Crime and them pine cops
And the black suit them mag lights
We them 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 grave sight
Tears drop on that piece
clothes, Johnny Cash
Come and you leave in peace
stripes, red stripes
White stars, blue
That up in that trailer park
Them pigs flashing them blue
motherfucker
Power trip and pat you down
Stunt ya growth with a cage
make a grown man act a clown
Tire treads on gravel roads
Old with them rusty hoods
Baby seats full of meth
High risk but the good
Sherm sticks in the hand
Parliaments I by the case
all of this in my land
To the butt, nothing goes to
Grease of the nation's pit
Oh how they just it
Hoods dropping like flies
They got a plan for you, wait for it
That statue was a major
But man I liberated
Took shit like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I