Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I know, fuck

wartorn and scarred
Forgot to anything next morning from off them bars
Twenty bullets hit the car, all of 'em meant for
Got to pay tomorrow, car too dark to disregard
I miss my squad, at war with myself, with God
Now I'm feeling these changes, slowly turning to this old head, man fuck
an eighties baby with some old bread
We to pray just not to go fed
Where would I be if I ain't, man free Roy Gold, homie your 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 it's real
Grind hard, received this as an opus, call it finally
You ever really in a shootout and you was tryna reload?
Fuck, cry one tear, no
Two Glocks and twins, call 'em Kirby and Puckett
Tryna get it and make it right, I keep it right
Probably one of the reasons I sleep at night
Tired of holding back
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 the most of it, yeah
I'm just hustlin' but I made some love me
So fuck it, goes nothing, now it's something
Went from nothing to
Way too private for my life to be so public and
I ain't gon' lie here, lately I been thinking kind of
how I became allowed 'cause I got better judgement than that
That nigga signed, why I fuckin' with that
My hit me every hour like why I ain't loving her back?
Mama even told me boy you shouldn't ever her
She love you like I love you and you ain't see it 'til she leave

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

Skinny nigga, big
long braids and tall tees
Whether I had a bit or a lot, it was all me
like a boss even though nobody taught me
Often a smaller piece just to make sure we all eat
Loyalty mean to me than a tattoo
hard, and there's more to me than these rap tunes
Take it to the avenue
You don't a clue
Go to sleep grindin', up hustlin'
that's how we had to do
Still have flashbacks too, 'round strapped with the ***
Shoutout the that bought us all them bullets
get straight, I always thought so crooked

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