Luyện nghe bài hát Purple

it, uhh
it up, uhh

The whole city is mine, Don
I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different
Why it's in my rhymes? It's just an intro
Hate it or it, like it bump it or dump it
Writing, the stomach spell God son
Life is like a jungle black it's like the of Tarzan
Matter of fact, it's harder most can imagine
Most of my packed in correctional

Half of them passed on, mack strong, of
May the ghost a body, now they hauntin' the block
Where they used to stand at, takin' they place
A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't that
Same walk, talk, I wonder can that be possible
A dies, another step inside his shoes
And they will you, layin' low with a bottle
I'm blowin' circles, my state of purple

Light it, it, uhh
light it, light it, uhh

Y'all just wanna deal with
Talk about who got things, ready to his momma
Everything you to is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your is sacred
You don't a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers
To pull quick and always look behind the
Think of how many died tryin' to be down with you
under six feet of ground but you

Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, real
You a survivor, knowin' all the is ill
You got a bunch of thugs witchu now that's ready
Trustin' judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you but your back they pray for the day
A hit your and ambulances take you away
That ain't love it's hate, think of all the at wakes

Whose you've, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the is God
Somebody these shorties reach for the stars
Instead they tell 'em how to through the bars, holdin' a mirror
Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' to
We smoke tokes pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too
murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of is purple

Light it up, it up, light it up, uhh
it up, light it up, light it up, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, it, light it, uhh

hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble
Reactin' before thinkin', they easily
And premeditated, it's a fact that we
When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's jail
Sales, liquor and diamonds
Instead of forward, to blow up so what's the science?
shoutin', police pushin' the crowd

And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat out him
Am I off the hazin'?
Or did I just see a another face in
It's a ugly nation, circle the block with mug shots
Photograph pictures of, suspect
It's usually, two or three who
But if they lock the wrong ones up, someone'll snitch
A and fall strategy, they aren't fair

I dig in my bag of covered with orange hair
This Purple'll make Whoopi give me the
Or Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me
This is how I escape the madness, too much of hurt you
So, my state of mind's all