Luyện nghe bài hát Poe Man Dreams

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

1 - Kendrick Lamar]
I used to want to see the
Way elementary
Thought it was to look the judge
In the face when he me
Since my uncles was
My has said I was suited for family ties
My mama is stressing, my tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas
Every minute, and second. Ministers tried
To save me. How I'm gonna
I don't even hear God?
Heaven or Hell, it all on my instincts
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in sink
You like to mistake a street nigga for real
The same nigga that killed ya, squealed with ya
I with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and be lookin
In my eyes homie. for something
Or for anything, and you working
two left feet at the skating rink
But anyway, for my niggas
Uncles, 23 sending me pictures
I want you to that I'm so determined
To blow, that you the music
I wrote, it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket of stones
A Metro PC phone, you went back in
So when I the pen, the Pen is in
My view. I'mma get it right, so you:

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

2]
You like to mistake a street for a real nigga
That same that kill with ya, will squeal with ya
I'd like to start it out the bottom and build with ya
Be on my dollar and split the bill with ya
I'm 23 with morals and plans of cordial
Not rich, but
There's you can tell me
My are not remorseful
The city got my back before that, I give them my
You about it, and don't call me lyrical
Cause really I'm just a that's evil and spiritual
I know some using big words
To make similes curve
My simplest shit be pivotal
I penetrate the of good kids and criminals
Worry some that live life critical
So won't you witness while I bare feet
So you can walk in my shoes and get to me
But anyway, this for my
On his lunch break, in the parking lot
On 'Wanna Be Heard,' probably thought he worked my
But really he was stressing me, what I deserved
Somebody said my on the radio
He know I was ready for
The world that
So the next he roll up
And drop grams in it, he'll be
Out of work, back, while he