Luyện nghe bài hát Rebuilding

You see a buffoon, up in your own cocoon
Leave your rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the side saloon
I figured it out, to the 3rd degree

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 and the B up in the Boston

So what you for or looking at now
You ain't got what you shake
it on the sidewalk fake
I gets down, further digging

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

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

Well, I remember when, I was slanging but weed
I round here that can't tell you about me
Fortunately I done changed the way I to be
When so didn't have an alternative to see

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

Okay, I'm right and wrong in the day
And it's always gonna be someone see it the same way
And if I react, who was guy to blame, hey
You fuck 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 ain't got no no more
Two gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case
With 50 years to I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding

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 tumbling down
These walls come tumbling down

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

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

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

Shit, look who now
You gots to before you walk, oh don't follow to close
Where I think you might we all can see that the grass
Is the same color on the side of the fence

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

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

Better than I've been to myself keep us in health
The white food makes my stomach upchuck
But I to be strong, to defeat my enemies
For the kill, MAC's in side
Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for children

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