Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I don't know,

Still wartorn and
Forgot to remember anything next morning from off 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, slowly turning to old head, man fuck that
Just an eighties baby some old bread
We used to pray not to go fed
Where I be if I ain't, man free Roy Gold, homie hold your head
I just been 'round lurking, I ain't go to bed
to just ride around serving out an Oldsmobile
Never in a million years I would outgrow the Ville
I still would sell out my shows just so you know it's real
hard, received this as an opus, call it finally focused
You ever really been in a shootout and you was tryna
Fuck, cry one tear, no
Two Glocks and they twins, call 'em Kirby and
Tryna get it right and make it right, I it right
one of the reasons I can't sleep at night
Tired of back tears
Just checked my watch, time to let go of my fears
I'm going, I have no idea
My whole career, I'm just thuggin', but I the most of it, yeah
I'm just hustlin' but I made some folks me
So it, here goes nothing, now it's something
from nothing to something
Way too for my life to be so public and function
I ain't gon' lie here, lately I been thinking kind of
Angry how I became allowed 'cause I got better judgement than
That signed, why I ain't fuckin' with that
My hit me every hour like why I ain't loving her back?
Mama even told me boy you ever mistreat her
She love you like I love you and you ain't gon' see it 'til she

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

nigga, big dreams
Since long braids and tall
Whether I had a bit or a lot, it was all me
Thought like a boss even nobody taught me
Often took a smaller piece to make sure we all eat
Loyalty more to me than a tattoo
Grind hard, and more to me than these rap tunes
it back to the avenue
You don't have a
Go to sleep grindin', wake up
Shit how we had to do
Still have flashbacks too, ridin' 'round with the ***
the shawty that bought us all them bullets
Tryna get straight, I always thought so

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