Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I don't know,

wartorn and scarred
Forgot to remember anything next from off them bars
Twenty 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 with old bread
We used to just 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 just so you know it's
Grind hard, 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 and they twins, call 'em Kirby and Puckett
get it right and make it right, I keep it right
Probably one of the I can't sleep at night
of holding back tears
Just checked my watch, it's to let go of my fears
I'm going, I have no idea
My whole career, I'm thuggin', but I made the most of it, yeah
I'm just hustlin' but I some folks love me
So it, here goes nothing, now it's something
Went from to something
Way too for my life to be so public and function
I ain't lie here, lately I been thinking kind of destructive
Angry how I became allowed 'cause I got better judgement that
That signed, why I ain't fuckin' with that
My bitch hit me every hour why I ain't loving her back?
even told me boy you shouldn't ever mistreat her
She love you like I you and you ain't gon' see it 'til she leave

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

nigga, big dreams
Since braids and tall tees
I had a little bit or a lot, it was all me
Thought like a boss even though taught me
Often a smaller piece just to make sure we all eat
Loyalty mean to me than a tattoo
Grind hard, and more to me than these rap tunes
Take it to the avenue
You don't a clue
Go to sleep grindin', wake up
Shit how we had to do
Still have flashbacks too, ridin' 'round with the ***
Shoutout the shawty that bought us all them
Tryna get straight, I always thought so

Eh,
My common sense sayin' I should along
Ain't no at home
All my guns
Just away another phone
Underground underdog, the hood me under, yeah