Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

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


I know, fuck

wartorn and scarred
Forgot to remember anything morning from off them bars
Twenty bullets hit the car, all of 'em meant for
Got to pay rent tomorrow, car too dark to
I my squad, at war with myself, pissed with God
Now I'm feeling these changes, slowly turning to this old head, man that
Just an eighties baby with old bread
We used to just 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 serving out an Oldsmobile
Never in a million years thought I would outgrow the
I still would sell out my shows just so you know it's real
Grind hard, received as an opus, call it finally focused
You ever really in a shootout and you was tryna reload?
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 sleep at night
Tired of holding back
checked my watch, it's time to let go of my fears
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 fuck it, here goes nothing, now something
Went nothing to something
Way too private for my to be so public and function
I ain't gon' lie here, lately I been thinking kind of
Angry how I became allowed I got better judgement than that
That nigga signed, why I ain't fuckin' that
My bitch hit me 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 gon' see it 'til she leave

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

Skinny nigga, big
Since long braids and tall
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 more to me than a tattoo
Grind hard, and there's more to me these rap tunes
it back to the avenue
You don't have a
Go to sleep grindin', wake up
that's how we had to do
Still flashbacks too, ridin' 'round strapped with the ***
Shoutout the that bought us all them bullets
Tryna get straight, I always so crooked

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