Luyện nghe bài hát Peter Pan

Time changed, check out your frame
Got no times for games (grow up, nigga)
up, nigga

1]
He 37, he 22
His mother work, he the crib, just polishin' his .22
Plus he eat up all the food but never shop
Actin' like he out for a job but he know he not
He know the gossip, know what happen when got locked up
He who beefin' like every weekend, his BM pop up
He makin' promises, he gon' help her
He never felt a hard time dealin' with
The niggas used to respect him, was kinda credible
He shot a couple in the 90's, few niggas never knew
He did a for some domestic shit
He punched his ex after she told him, this pussy you could never get
Behind the wall, Blood, but came home neutral
'Cause streets spooky, you think we our own voodoo
He realize changed, he had to hustle smarter
High temper, push back, he wanna cut his barber
He loved his but through his life he could not trust him
Damn near 40, realized he ain't got nothin'
Had the green light for years, his hit the stop button
to nicklin', dimin', youngin's on the block pumpin'

I got homies comin' home sayin' need a gram
Remembers on my phone sayin' they need a gram
Stuck in the past, somebody told him he the man
Some niggas'll never up, I call 'em Peter Pan
I got homies home sayin' they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess told him he the man
Some never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan

2]
Niggas bought him clothes when he got out the
He was bigger then, homies him he should bodyguard
He was used to crack's, ain't know the price that molly
Youngin's don't pay him no mind, they figure he lost
They don't know he grew up in the era where nobody
He to school 'em and gave 'em his own narcotic talk
him never stash your money and your work together
Never had no package when your body, it work forever
Found a you could really trust, I think y'all work together
smoke, ridin' with dope, rain is the perfect weather
So how you broke if you got all the
You ain't even got hoes workin' and all the dancers
Check this out, old head, we gon' get it the way we how
We ain't takin' deals, I out, know we gon' blow trial
You slow bringin' it back so we front you a whole now
Us young niggas get money, I hope you know now
Everybody that ain't here would be his age
All he do is argue, been a minute he had a fade
He got a mattress, he ain't even got no
Been in his mother for years and he ain't even got no key

I got homies comin' home they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone they need a gram
in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas'll never grow up, I call 'em Pan
I got homies home sayin' they need a gram
Remembers on my phone sayin' they need a gram
in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas'll never up, I call 'em Peter Pan

3]
How you 40 and pay you to look out?
He miss a night at the club, don't miss a cook out (not one)
Dishes in his mother crib, dirty he ain't took out (never)
But he could tell you who got pregnant, you who shook out
Some niggas fightin' younger girls like he still got it (still)
He had it, had light static, he still hottin'
Youngin's got him sippin' lean, they got him pill (percs)
This real knowledge, niggas 40 and still plottin' (watch 'em)

I got homies comin' home sayin' they a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' need a gram
in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas'll never up, I call 'em Peter Pan
I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a
Remembers on my phone sayin' they need a gram
in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas'll grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan

I blame it on the elder niggas never helped us
We had to go get it, no guidance, felt us
16 with more pocket money your daddy
We was and we came up from nothin', nigga, we gon' brag
All this Gucci, we brag
Older niggas hatin', not all of 'em I remember 'em, now they so mad
They ain't reach their and live the life they want to live

I got homies comin' home sayin' need a gram
Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a
in the past, guess somebody told him he the man
Some niggas'll never grow up, I call 'em Pan
I got homies comin' home they need a gram
Remembers fiends on my sayin' they need a gram
Stuck in the past, guess somebody him he the man
Some niggas'll grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan