Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad suicide
Michael Jackson even cause you scrutinized
illuminati lies, say I'm lucified
Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you
Cause the ride with doors that be suicide?
Or the on my whores, they be super-sized?
Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a
Now all hail to the Lord you do to God
Who am I? Lord
Painting pictures, call me Basquiat Picasso
Capo Head Hancho, now my colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the en todo caso
It's like you heard, God
I've seen the ghetto
The like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low
Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from singing high
The or the rifle...goodnight folks

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

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

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

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

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