Luyện nghe bài hát Rebuilding

You see a buffoon, caught up in own cocoon
Leave your head rest
heavy in the side street saloon
Till I figured it out, to the 3rd

I'm the in the meter
I'm the gram up in the
I'm the up in the ocean
The C up in the coast and the B up in the

So you looking for or looking at now
You got what you gotta shake
it on the sidewalk fake
I gets down, further down

Hurt for the red dirt at the same
Hit rewind if ass didn't hear me clear
Hit if your ass didn't hear me clear

My old hood use a little rebuilding
A better place for ghetto children
I gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY
Before you can rebuild, got to destroy
And these walls gonna come down
These walls gonna come tumbling

Well, I remember when, I was nothing but weed
I round here that can't tell you about me
Fortunately I done the way I used to be
When so didn't have an alternative to see

Music saved my life and now I'll never it
Thats why I try to glorify God it
But it remains, its in my veins
I know that I'ma sin, I just hope forgive me again

Okay, I'm right and in the same day
And it's gonna be someone who'll see it the same way
And if I react, who was guy to blame, hey
You with me, I fuck with you thats how the game played

I had a to let it go, but if you don't let it go
Then I got no choice no more
Two lives gone to waste, one and the other caught a case
50 years to face I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding

My old hood could use a rebuilding
A better place for ghetto children
I ain't let 'em take the O out my JOY
Before you can rebuild, got to destroy
And walls gonna come tumbling down
These gonna come tumbling down

I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we to ourselves
And we blame it on them but we in the same frame
inside a mental instrumental bond
Hoping to run but theres a gun, what could you do

Everybody new the old to the floor
But now its more shit, crooked, shady, 'bout the president
He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we to hit
And they spreading billions to the little children overseas

Niggas moving G's, I'm on my praying god please
A nigga just eat and sleep
With my gun in my own little world and raise my kids
the best I can nigga

Shit, look who now
You gots to crawl before you walk, oh follow to close
Where I think you might stop we all can see that the
Is the same color on the other side of the

Give thanks, thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up
Every morning brother I stay prayed up
'Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my when it's time to go
Its just in case I get a to retaliate

I ain't have nothing positive to say
Doing my little five of fame
Who done forget from which came
Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've been so to me

Better than I've been to keep us in good health
The white food makes my stomach upchuck
But I gots to be strong, to my enemies
For the kill, in your side
Judging buildings, they be no playgrounds for these children

My old hood could use a rebuilding
A better place for ghetto children
I ain't gonna let 'em the O out my JOY
you can rebuild, you've got to destroy
And these walls gonna come tumbling
These walls gonna come down