Luyện nghe bài hát Prom / King

This remind me of before we had
Sleepin' peacefully, never a pile of drugs
Everybody was college-bound, no dollar
In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no bus
My cousin hit me on Facebook, like "What you takin'?"
I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm sayin',
I got one to take and I'm waitin' on her
Wrote her a 3 page letter, 3 days later,
Never hit me back, she my heart
So now he me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed, she wrote me back
I hit him back like "Yo', well fuck her, on to the next"
I that message thinkin' I'm awkward,
Prolly' never have sex
You know in high school, 16 you late
My hit me back, "Don't trip, bro. I got you a date."
So he sent me this to some girl I had never seen
He said to call and her "Walter sent you, you with me."
I about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he on me
He used to beat me up and my sneakers every family visit
I'm skeptical to let her I'm Walter little cousin
What if this all a joke, then again, what if it wasn't?
Would I really risk the chance of me fuckin'
On stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him?
not
I finally called her, tell her Walter me
My name
She asked me what's the color scheme that we wear to prom
I'm actin' I'm not excited, tryna play it off
So the car we're takin'?
Worst worst, my mom can take us
I'll call Walter, thank him, he don't trip and just wear black
He said she and they go back, if any problems, send him back
I never had to, but now we're in
He messaged me like
not to be a nuisance...
But he like 30 dollars on all his prom suit shit
I'm like, "I got you, cuz. That's the that I can do."
He tell me him the addy and he'll slide after school
I'm like, "Ok, bet," never knew where he at
He walked the street, hella surprised,
This where place at?
Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my Rena
And I'm too, my family knew, kept this a secret
Me and cuz down the street, living different lives
he on the bus, me, I get a ride
I gave him 30 on the porch, he went inside
He tell me, "Thank you," then he back home with a smile
He tryna it, but I see his dimple
I'm thinkin', "Damn, that was simple"
I'm shit, I know he hoop,
I'm like, Aye, where the rim,
He like, Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly as shit, tho.
I my brother not
So all 3 of us went to the and ran some niggas off the court
I'm hella passive, I was passin', I have to score
The day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I stayed up
My gave me a condom then walked away, didn't say nothin'
She hopped out of her car and said her name was Jada
My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna it playa
Gave her the croissant, or
Or whatever the my mom handed me
And said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik", ties
My taught me how to tie up a tie
my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so
Took pictures on the porch, and then we for the prom and
Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different
So he text me like, "Cuz, this the spot. Let's up later
And bring Jada through," prom flashed, I kept it
We show up to the function where she a change of clothes
I'm lookin' around like, Damn, I don't nobody
We at this party out West and Jada to get dressed
I'm fakin' like I'm text
Some stranger get really close, I swear I hear his breath
Then he put a knife to my
Gave me the run down like, "Jada my
And if you hit her, fuck her, make her ya, I'ma kill ya!"
At this point, I'm just
Wondering where the Walter
He shows up like 30 minutes our altercation
I never it to him, he kinda overprotective
And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat nigga's skull in
Turn his body a skeleton, and our end terrible
I and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go

Said you're used to getting everything way... Tthis not how that happens this time,
gotta fuck with your boy?

Walt went to St. Louis, had a ride for his hoopin'
Him and his coach got into it, now he home doing music, aye
I was at Columbia, a near straight A student
I had one B in a hip-hop class, I thought that was stupid
He transferred to Robert Morris, always living the street
My class let out at 2:40 and his let out at 3
Mama me where the hell I been and where the hell I be
"I'm with Walter, mom, I'm safe" I keep walkin' in here
I might off in your bed, I get girls now, I get laid
I get caught up followin' Walter, I'm a of my age
He to erry' girl in downtown Chicago
Wingman, I cannot fly
He was in Cal Impala, he was that nigga in the party
Awfully popular for someone that they barely
Plus we from the part of that they barely mention
Just logged Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned
We signed our on the open mic list and then they skipped us
And then they skipped us again like a later
Like, obviously this fuckin' host can't read the
Hella' intimidatin', the big guy didn't have to
So walked to the host and said
This the name you're next
Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our
An apple get too far from the tree that it fell from
like my father tryna do music and hope I make it
Walter joined me for the journey the city waitin'

Walter invincible, death like a mad magician
More times than a
I'm in LA workin' on List Project,
I get a and get a fishy feeling
Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he serious
My droppin', I'm like, Yo, what is it?
He say he with T.Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to him
Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow they hit him
I fuckin' hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their day went
He said he went to XSport, and they ran a court
And I can not without thinkin' that this can't be the reason
So else you do?
What Ty? Is he still cool?
were you on your way from,
And were you on your way to?
He say he just left for at a friend crib, and that's it
He say "Tahj, don't do shit but smoke, Saba, that's it"
Give him sympathy, another of mistaken identity
The news prolly' gon' run this, as two from different streets
Police questionin' him like he shot at a trooper
My boy away unharmed,
And we did Lollapalooza,
Six pass by, everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day
I just Bucket List, Walter 'bout to drop a tape
goin' perfect, couldn't paint a better way
PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln
Then I went to talk to
I got back home and got on it,
'Cause Walter was doin' tour
me links to songs that he made, Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, aye
Grandma made us plates, we played 2K, that's just a day before
Fatimah got a show tomorrow, he me, "We in that hoe"
I to the barbershop, the first thing the next morning
Then I got up Legit, we supposed to do some recording
10 minutes this session, I got a call from a number
That I don't got saved, but I anyways
She says, Hello, Malik, you or Squeak
Talked to my son He was just on the train
We got in the car, but we didn't where to drive to
Fuck it, you are my nigga, we'll come and find you...

another day in the ghetto
Oh, the bring sorrow
Can't get out today their schedule
I just hope I make it 'til
I hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til