Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I don't know,

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

What we gotta do to get it
Lately all we seem to do is
I just had a dream 'bout you night
Driving, thought I you at the light, yeah

nigga, big dreams
Since braids and tall tees
I had a little bit or a lot, it was all me
Thought like a boss though nobody taught me
Often took a smaller piece just to sure we all eat
mean more to me than a tattoo
Grind hard, and more to me than these rap tunes
Take it to the avenue
You don't have a
Go to sleep grindin', up hustlin'
Shit how we had to do
Still have flashbacks too, ridin' 'round with the ***
Shoutout the that bought us all them bullets
Tryna get straight, I always so crooked

Eh,
My common sense sayin' I should move
Ain't no love at
All my guns
Just threw another phone
Underground underdog, the took me under, yeah