Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad suicide
Michael Jackson even passed cause you
Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm
in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the come with doors that be suicide?
Or the thighs on my whores, they be
Good and bad happen, wars, chose a side
Now all hail to the Lord you do to God
Who am I? Lord
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat
Capo Hancho, now my following's colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en caso
like you heard, God spoke
I've the ghetto gospel
The choir like my and the preacher got my eyes low
Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from singing high
The or the rifle...goodnight folks

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

Had the gold shining like them southern niggas
Kept it trilla, now the whole fuckin' with us
Meanwhile you all of us like other niggas
Now your is in my palm, take cover niggas

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

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

do we lie?
Tell me do we stand?
do we go?
It's all of the plan