Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

What we gotta do to get it
Lately all we to do is fight
I just had a 'bout you last night
Driving, I seen you at the light


I don't know,

wartorn and scarred
Forgot to anything next morning from off them bars
bullets hit the car, all of 'em meant for Star
Got to pay rent tomorrow, car too to disregard
I miss my squad, at war with myself, pissed God
Now I'm feeling these changes, turning to this old head, man fuck that
Just an eighties with some old bread
We used to pray not to go fed
Where would I be if I ain't, man free Roy Gold, homie hold head
I been riding 'round lurking, I ain't go to bed
Used to ride around serving out an Oldsmobile
Never in a million years thought I would outgrow the
I still would sell out my liil shows so you know it's real
Grind hard, received this as an opus, it finally focused
You ever really been in a shootout and you was reload?
Fuck, cry one tear, no
Two Glocks and they twins, 'em Kirby and Puckett
get it right and make it right, I keep it right
Probably one of the reasons I can't sleep at
of holding back tears
Just checked my watch, it's to let go of my fears
Where I'm going, I no idea
My whole career, I'm just thuggin', but I made the most of it,
I'm just hustlin' but I made folks love me
So it, here goes nothing, now it's something
Went from nothing to
Way too for my life to be so public and function
I ain't gon' lie here, lately I been thinking of destructive
how I became allowed 'cause I got better judgement than that
That nigga signed, why I ain't with that
My bitch hit me every hour like why I ain't loving her
Mama even told me boy you shouldn't mistreat her
She love you like I love you and you gon' see it 'til she leave

What we do to get it right?
Lately all we seem to do is
I had a dream 'bout you last night
Driving, I seen you at the light, yeah

nigga, big dreams
Since long and tall tees
I had a little bit or a lot, it was all me
Thought like a boss even though nobody me
Often took a piece just to make sure we all eat
mean more to me than a tattoo
Grind hard, and there's more to me than rap tunes
Take it back to the
You have a clue
Go to grindin', wake up hustlin'
that's how we had to do
Still have flashbacks too, ridin' 'round strapped the ***
Shoutout the shawty bought us all them bullets
Tryna get straight, I thought so crooked

Eh,
My common sense sayin' I should move
no love at home
All my guns
threw away another phone
Underground underdog, the hood took me under,