Luyện nghe bài hát Rebuilding

You see a buffoon, caught up in your own
your head rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the 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 wave up in the
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 gotta
Caught it on the fake
I down, further digging down

Hurt for the red at the same 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 children
I ain't let 'em take the O out my JOY
Before you can rebuild, got to destroy
And these walls gonna tumbling down
These walls come tumbling down

Well, I remember when, I was slanging nothing but
I ain't round that can't tell you about me
I done changed the way I used to be
When so many didn't an alternative to see

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

Okay, I'm and wrong in the same 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 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 lives gone to waste, one dead and the caught a case
With 50 years to face I'm ghosts, I'm rebuilding

My old could use a little rebuilding
A better place for ghetto children
I ain't 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 knowing what we doing to
And we blame it on but we stuck in the same frame
Trapped a mental instrumental bond
to run but theres a gun, what could you really do

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

Niggas moving G's, I'm on my knees praying god
A just 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 to close
Where I think you might stop we all can see that the
Is the same color on the side of the fence

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

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

Better than I've been to myself 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 side
Judging buildings, they can't be no for these children

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