Luyện nghe bài hát Screens Falling

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

[Verse 1:
It feel good givin to the hood
I'm to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the fiends I woop
Remember my first gun? I shot my foot
Surrounded by crackheads, I would
a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
Cops would come, all of us run
There was of us, they couldnt catch one
Good old days, I wont
While I write on this laptop in jet
With the Universal Records
And they say I do
I'm the mexican
Aint no love and no peace, bro
My 12 shotty will make
Your chest like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn
I'm puttin seventeen strip all through school

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

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