Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I know, fuck

Still and scarred
Forgot to remember anything next from off them bars
Twenty bullets hit the car, all of 'em meant for
Got to pay rent tomorrow, car too dark to
I miss my squad, at war with myself, pissed God
Now I'm feeling these changes, slowly turning to this old head, man that
Just an eighties baby with some old
We to pray just not to go fed
Where I be if I ain't, man free Roy Gold, homie hold your head
I just riding 'round lurking, I ain't go to bed
to just ride around serving out an Oldsmobile
Never in a million years thought I would outgrow the
I would sell out my liil shows just so you know it's real
Grind hard, received 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
Tryna get it right and it right, I keep it right
Probably one of the reasons I can't sleep at
Tired of back tears
checked my watch, it's time to let go of my fears
Where I'm going, I have no
My whole career, I'm just thuggin', but I made the of it, yeah
I'm just but I made some folks love me
So it, here goes nothing, now it's something
Went nothing to something
Way too for my life to be so public and function
I ain't gon' lie here, I been thinking kind of destructive
Angry how I became allowed 'cause I got better judgement than
That nigga signed, why I fuckin' with that
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 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 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
Thought like a boss even though nobody me
Often took a smaller just to make sure we all eat
Loyalty mean more to me a tattoo
Grind hard, and there's to me than these rap tunes
Take it to the avenue
You have a clue
Go to grindin', wake up hustlin'
that's how we had to do
Still have too, ridin' 'round strapped with the ***
Shoutout the shawty that bought us all bullets
get straight, I always thought so crooked

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