Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad suicide
Michael Jackson passed cause you scrutinized
Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm
Baptised in the gutter, you decide
Cause the ride come with that be suicide?
Or the thighs on my whores, they be
Good and bad happen, wars, chose a side
Now all hail to the like 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
like you heard, God spoke
I've seen the ghetto
The choir like my reefer and the got my eyes low
Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from singing notes
The bible or the rifle...goodnight

ink on my pen spelled suicide
Kurt Cobain even died cause you
It's a fine line truth and lies
Jesus Christ lied, still was crucified
That's why I never another nigga
a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas
3 to a bed, sheets, no nigga
Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards
niggas, wassup my niggas
So my new attitude is "Fuck the niggas!"
I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with
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 fuckin' with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like other
Now your world is in my palm, take cover

I shall ever pour, pick 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, wish me

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

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