Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Frame

Reminiscing my niggas that done died man
Goin' through pictures and it's up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back when we was broke but we still
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain
His first offense, judge gave him all that man
He in there buckin' and it's up his mind-frame
His bitch bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man
I run with and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey

Thinkin' 'bout you as I'm through my call log
Your number in my contact but I can't call y'all
Lost my niggas to the and it wasn't even worth it
Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that me, hey
Big Larry and every nigga that went fed man
Wouldn't wish that time on nobody, what they said man
Wouldn't ever beef, I just up and did my own thing
I saw my vision, I painted it, my own lane, hey
Shawty one of my niggas in my circle
I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to her
I had to learn hoes be hoes, nobody perfect
Cut from a real cloth, I'm fuck shit allergic
They say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame up
I put my trust in no one but this Glock on me with one up
I was posted with packs on me all light until the sun up
Don't fall for nothin', always up, that's how I'm gon' raise my sons up hey

Reminiscing 'bout my that done died man
Goin' through pictures and it's up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge him all that time man
He in buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and him bad like she don't know the man
I run shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey

out here sending threats so it's murder on my dome
They gon' pull up and hop out, we don't send no shots on songs
My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil girl
She ain't built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with
I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he
'Cause my lil homie lawyer in full, know he beat the case
Took my nigga out the hood, him the world got more to offer
In with the Dolphins, BGE 'til we in coffins
on I don't care
Glock nineteen, I'm so
You can look and you can
It's blood on me, you touch a
Niggas crossed me, said me
Showed me really it was
Now they callin', talk
But I can't reimburse love, nah

'bout my niggas that done died man
Goin' through pictures and fuckin' up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back when we was but we still maintained
Accepting from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that man
He in there buckin' and fuckin' up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't the man
I run with shooters and it's murder on mind-frame, hey