Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Frame

Reminiscing 'bout my niggas done died man
Goin' through pictures and fuckin' up my mind-frame
Thinkin' when we was broke but we still maintained
calls 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 real bad and treatin' him bad like she know the man
I run with shooters and 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, hurt me, hey
Free Big Larry and every that went fed man
Wouldn't wish that time on nobody, fuck they said man
Wouldn't ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own
I saw my vision, I painted it, my own lane, hey
Shawty one of my niggas in my circle
I to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, perfect
Cut from a real nigga cloth, I'm fuck allergic
They say my nigga killed my so my mind-frame fucked up
I won't put my trust in no one but this on me with one up
I was posted with them on me all light 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
through pictures and it's fuckin' 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 him all that time man
He in buckin' and it's fuckin' up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she know the man
I run with shooters and murder on they mind-frame, hey

Niggas out here sending threats so it's murder on my
They gon' pull up and just hop out, we send no shots on songs
My son mama say I'm wrong, she got that lil girl
She ain't for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight
my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case
Took my nigga out the hood, showed him the world got to offer
In Miami 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, said me
Showed me really it was
Now they callin', tryna
But I can't reimburse love, nah

Reminiscing 'bout my niggas done died man
through pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back when we was broke but we maintained
Accepting calls from my 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 like she don't the man
I run with shooters and it's murder on mind-frame, hey