Luyện nghe bài hát Rebuilding

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

I'm the Milli in the
I'm the gram up in the
I'm the wave up in the
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 gotta
Caught it on the sidewalk
I gets down, further down

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

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, got to destroy
And these walls gonna come down
These walls gonna tumbling down

Well, I remember when, I was nothing but weed
I ain't round here that can't 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 never forget it
Thats why I try to glorify God it
But it still remains, its in my
I know that I'ma sin, I just hope he'll me again

Okay, I'm right and wrong in the day
And always 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 with you how the game played

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

My old hood could use a rebuilding
A better place for these ghetto
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

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
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, talking the president
He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we to hit
And they spreading 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 raise my kids
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 stop we all can see that the grass
Is the color on the other side of the fence

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

I used ain't nothing positive to say
Doing my little minutes of fame
Who done from which they came
Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've so good to me

Better than I've been to myself us in good health
The white food makes my stomach upchuck
But I gots to be strong, to defeat my
For the kill, in your side
Judging buildings, they can't be no 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 gonna come tumbling down
These gonna come tumbling down