Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Frame

Reminiscing 'bout my that done died man
Goin' pictures and it's fuckin' up my mind-frame
Thinkin' back when we was broke but we maintained
Accepting calls my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge him all that time man
He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his
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

Thinkin' you as I'm scrolling through my call log
Your number in my contact but I can't 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 and every nigga that went fed man
Wouldn't wish that time on nobody, what they said man
ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing
I saw my vision, I it, made my own lane, hey
Shawty fucked one of my niggas in my
I to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn gon' be hoes, nobody perfect
Cut from a real nigga cloth, I'm shit allergic
They say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame up
I won't put my in no one but this Glock on me with one up
I was posted with them packs on me all light the sun up
Don't fall for nothin', always stand up, how I'm gon' raise my sons up hey

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

Niggas out here threats so it's murder on my dome
They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don't no shots on songs
My son mama say I'm wrong, she got lil girl 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 nigga out the hood, showed him the world got 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
blood on me, you touch a hair
Niggas crossed me, fuck me
Showed me what it was
Now callin', tryna talk
But I reimburse that love, nah

Reminiscing my niggas that done died man
Goin' through pictures and fuckin' up my mind-frame
back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my 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 real bad and treatin' him bad like she don't know the man
I run with shooters and it's on they mind-frame, hey