Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I know, fuck

Still wartorn and
Forgot to remember anything next morning 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, pissed God
Now I'm feeling these changes, slowly turning to this old head, man fuck
Just an eighties baby some old bread
We used to pray not to go fed
Where would I be if I ain't, man free Roy Gold, hold your head
I been riding 'round lurking, I ain't go to bed
Used to just ride around serving out an
Never in a million years thought I would outgrow the
I still would sell out my liil shows just so you know real
hard, received this as an opus, call it finally focused
You really been in a shootout and you was tryna reload?
Fuck, cry one tear, no
Two Glocks and they twins, call 'em and Puckett
Tryna get it right and it right, I keep it right
Probably one of the reasons I sleep at night
of holding back tears
Just 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
Went from to something
Way too private for my life to be so and function
I ain't gon' lie here, lately I been thinking kind of
Angry how I became 'cause I got better judgement than that
nigga signed, why I ain't fuckin' with that
My bitch hit me 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

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

nigga, big dreams
Since long braids and tall
I had a little bit or a lot, it was all me
Thought like a even though nobody taught me
Often took a smaller just to make sure we all eat
Loyalty mean more to me than a
Grind hard, and there's more to me these rap tunes
Take it back to the
You have a clue
Go to sleep grindin', wake up
Shit how we had to do
Still flashbacks too, ridin' 'round strapped with the ***
Shoutout the shawty that us all them bullets
Tryna get straight, I always thought so

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