Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary Flow

we go
Say this is flow from the penitentiary
SP on from the greed and jealousy
I'ma pay back soon, don't cry
strong no matter what, even if I die
I hold it down, and still got more trees than
I'ma try to for about ninety-three minutes
In the days as a youngster at the Quick
It was me, Pat and his younger bother Black
Tio, Crooked, Pluck, Carrie,
Lil' Anthony, Craig, and my nigga
Berry cars and Raymond started smokin'
Five-O's raided houses like playin' for Oakland
out boys tryin' to catch Mr. Coy
Cause I got more bricks in the wall than Floyd
We looked up to drug dealers, growing up
I an ounce down the sink cause I use the wrong glass
Fuck pickle and mayonnaise too
I bought a pyrex at the U of H
I acted like a student, they to make me prove it
Mexicans in college, son are you
is what stupid does, then they all just looked at us
Finally they them to me, I went home and cooked it up
Rockafella a I could just go on for eva
you sound softer than a muthafuckin' golfer sweater
Spray that bam on my
Like girls spray perfume on a
SPM hard as ever, c'mon all together
Cali back to Harlingen, no need for arguing
I'm the hardest on mic, ma'an they know what is happenin'
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