Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Frame

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 gave him all time man
He in there buckin' and it's fuckin' up his
His bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she know the man
I run shooters and it's murder on they mind-frame, hey

Thinkin' 'bout you as I'm through my call log
Your still 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 Larry and every nigga went fed man
Wouldn't wish that time on nobody, fuck what they man
Wouldn't beef, I just 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 wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I to hurt her
I had to learn hoes gon' be hoes, perfect
Cut a real nigga cloth, I'm fuck 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 until the sun up
Don't for nothin', always stand up, that's how I'm gon' raise my sons up hey

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 still
calls 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 bitch real bad and treatin' him bad like she know the man
I run with shooters and it's murder on mind-frame, hey

Niggas out here sending so it's murder on my dome
They gon' pull up and just hop out, we don't send no shots on
My son say I'm wrong, she got that lil girl mind-frame
She ain't for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight
'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 and you can stare
It's on me, you touch a hair
crossed me, said fuck me
Showed me what it was
Now they callin', talk
But I can't that love, nah

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