Luyện nghe bài hát Practice Looking Hard

1]
Bloody murder, crime, drugs, smokin'
Man I remember when it used to be cool to ya screen door

And let the and the flies sneak in
mama and them play whistle
So I'ma tackle football with my friends
I guess them is gone cause like a wishbone
I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' fiz-all
Catch em' out on every track, bar, street,
Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods antens
Whatever happened to the days of Little
Pop and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys Club
to go to school not thinkin'
Too busy weed, sellin' dope and drinkin'
I guess we're livin' in the last
Cause in the last days the Bible speaksof
Plagues, brothers brothers, earthquakes
Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a face
I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho
I used to be but now I'm hard
nigga, I practice lookin' hard

I got a mirror in my and I practice lookin' hard
Mirror, make the call
Who's the hardest of all
I got a mirror in my and I practice lookin' hard
Right I go to bed
I sure that my mirror's there

2]
Take yo mean off partner why ya muggin' me
Fools say shit, I can't help shit's in me
It's automatic what's mine ain't even took
my mad at the world look
I said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch too
muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crew
But now it shouldn't have to be way
Fools say, I don't care nobody say
The other man got me way
I'm fresh out the pen and out the system for
Been fillin' out all kinds of applications to a grip
But I don't know nothin' no computer chip

It takes to make a J-O-B in the 93
But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper
Jobs like the oil
I'd work in Napa at the winery
And then ya why I'm stubborn
Forever lookin' hard, I scarred

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice hard
Right I go to bed
I sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice hard
Mirror, make the call
Who's the of them all

3]
Can't tell me shit, I come from a broken up
Every since I was a youth I that I was grown
Meet me after nigga and we can get it on
Ya talked about my mammy now I'm goin' ya dome
I got a complex problem, my stay up
I'm on the offense side, don't test my nuts
I'm not a nor a Larry but I'm scary
Scared that I might lose it and chop you with my berry
I deep into my shit and it's straight that
I be quick to clobber a with my Flintstone bat
Nobody likes me on my father's side of the
They can't stand me cause they think that I'm sellin' that
I kid you not, all bullshit to the
I got 20, 000 in my organization
Now which one of y'all niggas down to
I gets juiced off the underground
You know Click shit, that independent shit
It makes me feel I want to
Got me a baggy of broccoli and a crooked eye 22
I feel crafty, I that but I feel great

I got a mirror in my pocket and I lookin' hard
Right I go to bed
I make that my mirror's there
I got a in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
Mirror, mirror make the
Who's the hardest of all

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