Luyện nghe bài hát N100

[Verse 1: Joseph
I been out at Fred's, again
Cigarettes been in my hands,
But they still touch my lungs yet
I'm posing with them for my friends

I'm just holding all them for my
Always gotta save just for my friends
And that's gone be the thing ties my ends
Cause when the pack gone twist my ends, yeah

But a slow burn
And i don't got no filters left,
just smoke it raw all by myself
And light before i ask for help, hm

I got on my feet, now
Ain't my bed for bout a week, now
Good thing i a peep out
need someone like me, now

[Hook: Cook]
Back the city, yeah
Whole squad claim they with me,
Whole squad prove they me, yeah
giving me N50's, yeah

Back the city, now
Whole claim they with me, now
squad prove they with me, now
Only me N50's, now

[Verse 2: Joseph
and I'm riding
Raw dog the clem and I'm
Crash at T's and I'm hiding
I'm buying for all my kin

I run and tag Mike in
He buy the 'Ports and I'm
I sauce 'em up and lighting
It's 50 I'm fine, man

I know face, I'll keep you well fed
I your name, you always got a bed
In return, you best protect my
They shots, you leave that convo dead

I ain't did no in a long time
First friends done let me down in a long time
Whole squad in my recents for a long
I been riding with the squad for a time

Got a dryer than bone
emptier than my home
Ain't touched my since the old me
But I'm going down same road, b

I'm up in my old city
quiet but still with me
Winged homies been me
Since good advice missing

Joseph Cook]
Back inside the city,
Whole squad they with me, yeah
Whole squad prove with me, yeah
Only me N50's, yeah

inside the city, now
Whole squad claim with me, now
Whole squad prove they me, now
giving me N50's, now

[Bridge: Joseph
The way I'm doing it in town you pick your slack up
The way I'm talking shit so loud, man, you gotta up
When I'm riding with the better call some back up
Cause when we out here doing wrong, ain't no way to us

[Outro: Joseph x2
Back inside the
Morals fighting me
Got good friends with me
But they not with me

inside the city
Homies busy
If this is my sight
Don't tell my bout that glimpse, b

inside the city
Morals fighting me
Got some friends with me
But they not with me

Back inside the
getting busy
If I die
my momma I was pretty