Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Frame

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

Thinkin' 'bout you as I'm scrolling my call log
Your number still in my contact but I call y'all
Lost my niggas to the streets and it even worth it
Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that me, hey
Free Big Larry and every nigga that fed man
wish that time 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
Shawty fucked one of my in my circle
I to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, nobody
Cut from a real nigga cloth, I'm shit allergic
They say my nigga killed my nigga so my fucked up
I won't put my trust in no one but 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 stand up, that's how I'm gon' my sons up hey

Reminiscing my niggas that done died man
Goin' pictures 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 him all that time man
He in buckin' and it's 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 murder on my
They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on
My son mama say I'm wrong, she got lil girl mind-frame
She ain't built for lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight
'Cause my lil homie lawyer in full, know he beat the case
Took my out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer
In Miami with the Dolphins, BGE we in coffins
Mind-frame on I don't
Glock nineteen, I'm so
You can look and you can
blood on me, you touch a hair
Niggas me, said fuck me
Showed me what it was
Now they callin', tryna
But I can't that love, nah

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