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, I seen you at the light


I know, fuck

wartorn and scarred
Forgot to remember anything morning from off them bars
Twenty hit the car, all of 'em meant for Star
Got to pay rent tomorrow, car too dark to
I miss my squad, at war myself, pissed with God
Now I'm feeling these changes, slowly turning to old head, man fuck that
Just an baby with some old bread
We to pray just not to go fed
would I be if I ain't, man free Roy Gold, homie hold your head
I just been 'round lurking, I ain't go to bed
Used to just ride serving out an Oldsmobile
Never in a years thought I would outgrow the Ville
I still would sell out my liil shows just so you 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 Glocks and twins, call 'em Kirby and Puckett
Tryna get it right and it right, I keep it right
one of the reasons I can't sleep at night
Tired of 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 hustlin' but I made some love me
So fuck it, here goes nothing, now 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 allowed I got better judgement than that
That nigga signed, why I ain't with that
My bitch hit me hour like why I ain't loving her back?
Mama told me boy you shouldn't ever mistreat her
She love you like I you and you ain't gon' see it 'til she leave

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

Skinny nigga, big
Since long and tall tees
I had a little bit or a lot, it was all me
Thought like a boss even though taught me
Often took a smaller piece just to sure we all eat
Loyalty mean to me than a tattoo
Grind hard, and there's more to me than these rap
Take it back to the
You don't a clue
Go to sleep grindin', wake up
Shit how we had to do
Still have flashbacks too, 'round strapped with the ***
Shoutout the that bought us all them bullets
Tryna get straight, I always so crooked

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