Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad suicide
Michael Jackson even passed you scrutinized
Fuck lies, say I'm lucified
Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you
Cause the ride come doors that be suicide?
Or the thighs on my whores, be super-sized?
Good and bad happen, wars, chose a side
Now all hail to the like you do to God
Who am I? Lord
Painting vivid pictures, me Basquiat Picasso
Capo Head Hancho, now my following's
no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en todo caso
It's you heard, God spoke
seen the ghetto gospel
The choir like my reefer and the got my eyes low
to Mary Jane to make me see from singing high notes
The or the rifle...goodnight folks

Bloody ink on my pen suicide
Kurt Cobain died cause you scrutinize
It's a fine line between truth and
Jesus Christ lied, still was crucified
That's why I never judge another
Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other
3 to a bed, sheets, no covers
Dirty kitchen, no in the cupboards nigga
Sucker niggas, wassup my
So my new is like "Fuck the niggas!"
I up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas
I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no for niggas

Had the gold grills shining like southern niggas
it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like niggas
Now your world is in my palm, take niggas

I shall ever pour, Lord me up
since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups
Ever them diapers and my zip-me-ups
Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, me luck

Where do we
me where do we stand?
do we go?
It's all of the plan

Where do we
Tell me where do we
do we go?
It's all part of the