Luyện nghe bài hát Practice Looking Hard

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

And let the mosquitos and the flies in
Look and them play whistle
So I'ma tackle football with my friends
I guess them times is cause like a wishbone
I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers
Catch em' out on track, bar, street, boulevards
Sweet avenues with dead ends, with antens
Whatever happened to the days of League
Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys
to go to school not thinkin'
Too busy weed, sellin' dope and drinkin'
I guess we're livin' in the days
Cause in the days the Bible speaksof AIDS
Plagues, brothers killin' brothers,
Youngsters to earn stripes as a work face
I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho
I used to be soft but now I'm
F**kin' nigga, I lookin' hard

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

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

It takes that to a J-O-B in the 93
But a J-O-B in 93 of paper rarely
Jobs like the oil
I'd work in Napa at the winery
And ya wonder 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 lookin'
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 thought that I was
Meet me after school and we can get it on
Ya about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya dome
I got a problem, my guard stay up
I'm on the offense side, don't test my nuts
I'm not a Charles nor a but I'm scary
that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berry
I deep into my shit and it's like that
I be quick to a motherf**ker with my Flintstone bat
likes me on my father's side of the family
They can't stand me cause think that I'm sellin' that candy
I kid you not, all to the side
I got 20, 000 niggas in my
Now which one of niggas down to ride
I gets off the underground doja
You that Click shit, that independent shit
It makes me feel I want to
Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a 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, make the call
Who's the hardest of all

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