Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I don't know,

Still and scarred
Forgot to remember anything next morning from off bars
Twenty hit the car, all of 'em meant for Star
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 to this old head, man fuck that
Just an eighties baby with 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 'round lurking, I go to bed
Used to just around serving out an Oldsmobile
Never in a million years thought I would outgrow the
I still would sell out my liil shows so you know it's real
Grind hard, this as an opus, call it finally focused
You ever been 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 can't 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 just thuggin', but I the most of it, yeah
I'm just but I made some folks love me
So fuck it, here goes nothing, now it's
Went nothing to something
Way too private for my life to be so public and
I ain't gon' lie here, lately I been kind of destructive
Angry how I became allowed 'cause I got better judgement than
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 love you and you ain't gon' see it 'til she

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

nigga, big dreams
Since 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 piece just to make we all eat
Loyalty mean to me than a tattoo
Grind hard, and there's more to me than these rap
it back to the avenue
You don't have a
Go to sleep grindin', up hustlin'
Shit how we had to do
have flashbacks too, ridin' 'round strapped with the ***
Shoutout the shawty bought us all them bullets
Tryna get straight, I thought so crooked

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