Luyện nghe bài hát Poe Man Dreams

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

[Verse 1 - Kendrick
I used to to see the penitentiary
Way elementary
Thought it was to look the judge
In the face when he me
Since my uncles was
My intuition has said I was for family ties
My mama is stressing, my tired
I need me a weapon, niggas ride
Every minute, hour and second. tried
To me. How I'm gonna listen
When I even hear God?
Heaven or Hell, Base it all on my
My hands dirty, you worried bout mud in your
You like to a street nigga for real nigga
The nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I with ya like my son
at the sun and you'll be lookin
In my eyes homie. for something
Or fall for anything, and you
With two left feet at the rink
But anyway, this for my
Uncles, 23 hours sending me
I want you to know that I'm so
To blow, that you the music
I wrote, it get you off Death Row
You came home to a full of stones
A Metro PC phone, you went back in
So I touch the pen, the Pen is in
My view. get it right, just so you:

[Bridge -
And I do for the city
Got Hennessey and my real
Niggas 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 nigga for a real
That same nigga that kill ya, will squeal with ya
I'd like to start it out from the bottom and build ya
Be on my dollar and split the bill with ya
I'm 23 morals and plans of living cordial
Not rich, but
There's nothing you can me
My killings are not
The city got my back before that, I give my torso
You think it, and don't call me lyrical
Cause really I'm just a nigga evil and spiritual
I know rappers using big words
To their 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 bare witness while I 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 Be Heard,' probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting I deserved
Somebody said my on the radio
He ain't I was ready for
The world that
So the next he roll up
And grams in it, he'll probably be
Out of work, laid back, he