Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad suicide
Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized
Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm
in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride with doors that be suicide?
Or the thighs on my whores, be super-sized?
Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a
Now all hail to the like you do to God
Who am I? Flacko
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat
Head Hancho, now my following's colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en todo
It's like you heard, God
I've the ghetto gospel
The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my low
Shits to Mary Jane to me see from singing high notes
The bible or the rifle...goodnight

Bloody ink on my pen spelled
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 another
Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other
3 to a bed, sheets, no covers
Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards
niggas, wassup my niggas
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 love for

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

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

do we lie?
Tell me do we stand?
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