Luyện nghe bài hát Screens Falling

[Chorus:
Screens from the sky
Boys swing in all
Lil' folks
We sunny side, for
Candy on my '4, I'm so

[Verse 1:
It feel good back to the hood
I'm to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope fiends I
Remember my first gun? I shot my foot
by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga make it out this gutter?
Cops come, all of us would run
There was nine of us, they couldnt one
Good old days, I wont
I write on this laptop in this jet
With the Records President
And say everything I do
I'm the first
no love and aint no peace, bro
My 12 shotty will make
Your chest look a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn
I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through

[Verse 2:
And you can find me in a lot
a drop, hop in the X5
my, SUV, yes ma
Next time I up and
of that old crazy shit
I will roll down my and got
Seven inches for the
Maybe its the attention I'm gettin
When they spinnin, or
It's the liqour that I'm
And got me like
I be taken lightly
Cause I been pills
So you gon' like me
I might distributing
Put you on my
Supply a bird
But you dont it till I say so
Make sure you take
No money out under me
I'm the type of player
Thats gonna run up in your
Dont me, 'cause I never sober
I'm gone off for that
Pink or Purple
You better over
I'm not far from
Los and the shit
But still diet aint no stoppin him

[Verse 3:
I dont a fuck, 'cause
We hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, on my six
Thats that a bitch'll do
I'll bet you squat everytime
Everytime you piss out
Tomahawk, show these niggas tattoo
While we screw, Erykah Badu
Knock knock, pop on the boulevarde
How the fuck you gon' act like you hard?
Once again, S-P Man, true
Fuck talkin bitch, show me what to do
Representer, bow before you
Theres a reward for a man can find my temper
and tired of you jealous-ass bitches
Send you to hell and you can call me distance
Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint enough
Get on your phone and go and some more people up