Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Frame

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

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

Reminiscing 'bout my that done died man
Goin' through and it's fuckin' 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 gave him all time man
He in there buckin' and fuckin' up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad she don't know the man
I run shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey

Niggas out here sending threats so it's on my dome
They gon' up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on songs
My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil mind-frame
She ain't for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he
my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case
Took my out the hood, showed 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 on me, you touch a hair
Niggas crossed me, fuck me
Showed me really it was
Now they callin', tryna
But I can't that love, nah

Reminiscing 'bout my that done died man
Goin' through and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame
Thinkin' when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting from my niggas in the chain gang
His offense, judge gave him all that time 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 shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey