Luyện nghe bài hát Poe Man Dreams

Smoke good, eat good, good
good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, good
Smoke good, eat good, live

[Verse 1 - Lamar]
I used to to see the penitentiary
Way elementary
Thought it was to look the judge
In the face he sentenced me
Since my was institutionalized
My intuition has I was suited for family ties
My is stressing, my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas
minute, hour and second. Ministers tried
To save me. How I'm gonna
When I don't even God?
or Hell, Base it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in sink
You like to mistake a street for real nigga
The same nigga that killed with ya, with ya
I deal ya like my son
Stare at the sun and be lookin
In my homie. Stand for something
Or fall for anything, and you
With two feet at the skating rink
But anyway, for my niggas
Uncles, 23 hours sending me
I want you to know I'm so determined
To blow, you hear the music
I wrote, it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket full of
A Metro PC phone, then you back in
So I touch the pen, the Pen is in
My view. I'mma get it right, just so

[Bridge -
And I do this for the
Got some Hennessey and my
with me
F-ck the police, they have
To and get me
If it good to you
if you hear me

2]
You like to a street nigga for a real nigga
That same nigga that kill with ya, will squeal ya
I'd like to it out from the bottom and build with ya
Be on my last dollar and split the bill ya
I'm 23 with morals and plans of living
Not rich, but
nothing you can tell me
My are not remorseful
The city got my back before that, I give them my
You think about it, and call me lyrical
Cause really I'm just a nigga that's and spiritual
I know some using big words
To make similes curve
My simplest shit be more
I penetrate the hearts of good and criminals
Worry some individuals that live life
So won't you bare witness I bare feet
So you can walk in my shoes and get to me
But anyway, for my pops
On his lunch break, eating in the lot
On 'Wanna Be Heard,' probably he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting I deserved
Somebody my name on the radio
He ain't I was ready for
The world minute
So the time he roll up
And drop grams in it, he'll be
Out of work, back, while he