Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad suicide
Michael Jackson 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 on my whores, they be super-sized?
Good and bad happen, wars, chose a side
Now all hail to the Lord you do to God
Who am I? Flacko
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat
Capo Head Hancho, now my colossal
no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en todo caso
It's you heard, God spoke
I've seen the gospel
The choir my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low
Shits to Jane to make me see from singing high notes
The or the rifle...goodnight folks

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

Had the gold grills shining like them southern
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 a baby, two deuce in sippy cups
Ever since diapers and my zip-me-ups
Now I'm on my own, y'all, wish me luck

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 of the plan