Luyện nghe bài hát Ptsd

What we gotta do to get it
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 and scarred
Forgot to remember anything morning from off them bars
Twenty bullets hit the car, all of 'em for Star
Got to pay rent tomorrow, car too dark to
I miss my squad, at war with myself, pissed God
Now I'm feeling changes, slowly turning to this old head, man fuck that
Just an eighties baby some old bread
We to pray just not to go fed
Where I be if I ain't, man free Roy Gold, homie hold your head
I been riding 'round lurking, I ain't go to bed
Used to just ride around out an Oldsmobile
Never in a million years thought I would outgrow the
I would sell out my liil shows just so you know it's real
Grind hard, received this as an opus, it finally focused
You ever really been in a 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 sleep at night
Tired of back tears
Just checked my watch, it's time to let go of my
I'm going, I have no idea
My whole career, I'm just thuggin', but I made the most of it,
I'm just but I made some folks love me
So fuck it, goes nothing, now it's something
Went nothing to something
Way too private for my to be so public and function
I gon' lie here, lately I been thinking kind of destructive
Angry how I became 'cause I got better judgement than that
nigga signed, why I ain't fuckin' with that
My bitch hit me every hour like why I ain't loving her
Mama even told me boy you shouldn't ever her
She love you like I love you and you ain't 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 last
Driving, I seen you at the light, yeah

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

Eh,
My sense sayin' I should move along
no love at home
All my guns
threw away another phone
Underground underdog, the hood me under, yeah