Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I know, fuck

wartorn and scarred
Forgot to remember anything next morning from off bars
Twenty bullets hit the car, all of 'em for Star
Got to pay rent tomorrow, car too to disregard
I my squad, at war with myself, pissed with God
Now I'm feeling changes, slowly turning to this old head, man fuck that
Just an eighties with some old bread
We used to pray not to go fed
Where would I be if I ain't, man Roy Gold, homie hold your head
I just been riding lurking, I ain't go to bed
Used to ride around serving out an Oldsmobile
Never in a million thought 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, call it finally
You ever really been in a shootout and you was tryna
Fuck, cry one tear, no
Two Glocks and they twins, 'em Kirby and Puckett
Tryna get it right and it right, I keep it right
Probably one of the reasons I sleep at night
Tired of back tears
Just checked my watch, it's time to let go of my
Where I'm going, I no idea
My career, I'm just thuggin', but I made the most of it, yeah
I'm hustlin' but I made some folks love me
So it, here goes nothing, now it's something
Went from nothing to
Way too private for my life to be so and function
I ain't lie here, lately I been thinking kind of destructive
Angry how I became allowed I got better judgement than that
That signed, why I ain't fuckin' with that
My bitch hit me every hour why I ain't loving her back?
Mama even me boy you shouldn't ever mistreat her
She love you like I love you and you ain't gon' see it she leave

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

nigga, big dreams
Since long and tall tees
I had a little bit or a lot, it was all me
Thought like a even though nobody taught me
Often took a smaller piece to make sure we all eat
Loyalty mean to me than a tattoo
Grind hard, and there's to me than these rap tunes
it back to the avenue
You don't have a
Go to grindin', wake up hustlin'
Shit how we had to do
Still have too, ridin' 'round strapped with the ***
Shoutout the that bought us all them bullets
get straight, I always thought so crooked

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