Luyện nghe bài hát Rebuilding

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

I'm the Milli in the
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 what you looking for or at now
You ain't got what you shake
Caught it on the fake
I down, further digging down

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

My old hood could use a little
A better for these 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
walls gonna come tumbling down

Well, I when, I was slanging nothing but weed
I round here that can't tell you about me
I done changed 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 God with it
But it remains, its in my veins
I know I'ma sin, I just hope he'll forgive me again

Okay, I'm right and wrong in the 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 fuck with me, I fuck you thats how the game played

I had a choice to let it go, but if you let it go
Then I ain't got no choice no
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 use a little rebuilding
A better place for ghetto children
I ain't let 'em take the O out my JOY
Before you can rebuild, you've got to
And these walls gonna tumbling down
walls gonna come tumbling down

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

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

Niggas G's, I'm on my knees praying god please
A nigga wanna eat and sleep
my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids
Doing the I can nigga

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

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

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

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

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