Luyện nghe bài hát Rebuilding

You see a buffoon, up in your own cocoon
your head rest maroon
Drunk in the side street 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 coast and the B up in the

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

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

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

Well, I when, I was slanging nothing 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

Music saved my life and now I'll forget it
Thats why I try to glorify God it
But it remains, its in my veins
I know that I'ma sin, I just he'll forgive me again

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, look who now
You gots to crawl before you walk, oh don't follow to
Where I think you might stop we all can see the grass
Is the same 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 it's time to go
Its just in I get a chance to retaliate

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

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

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