Luyện nghe bài hát See No Evil

I don't the XXL
the .45 to church, think I'm destined for hell, oh well
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus
bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets
I'm from the crack of them city
Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in nigga
In a five days, life of a thug nigga
Momma show, grandma almost pulled the plugged the nigga
Used to pull the gun out, just because of 'cause
shots to the head 'cause I'm a Blood nigga
Nothin' brewing but suwoo'ing the fuck I'm from
You if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' Green Leaf
No peace so don't get caught up no piece
Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real
Momma's they sons, I'm talking real grief
Real funerals of lost Juveniles
Trying to be generals, be your dinner now, huh
Say a blessing when you die in ya sleep
'Cause the coroner need no sheets, capishe
I'm sayin', stop playing, wrap him up in he lay in
a nigga arms, now a caskets what he pray in
Compton streets me
Can't tell my grandma nothing her baby, you crazy

I said she see no
She knock it at all
You want to see tomorrow, you not to talk
Say we on our way now, I'ma see you
And when they ask you questions, you just
happened then?
What then?

I live this life at a pace that can go
Know your place and dedicate role, to the faith that you'll die alone
Trace your steps I do step in a fire of broken bones
And I my heart's desire and when I reap what I sew
I my momma a Benz, my boobie a jag
A cut for my dogs with a roof of glass
But still I be feeling none of my light never casts
Out of that black cloud that's been watered down since my chopper blast
But fuck that, I'm not worried, when discouraged
off makin' them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry
Dirt off all my fingers, dirt all of 'em gon' is gone
Shirt off when precesure, resuscitation came
I need you to quiet as a mouse
Which is 'cause rats is what I'm talking about
I'm hearin' the of gun fire
The whispers, the silent cries though I know it's an eye for an eye

I she see no evil
She knock it at all
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to
Say we on our way now, see you again
And when ask you questions, you just answer
What then?
What happened

I was born a soldier, or die for mine
Tattoo tears and a lawyer to get me life
Heaven can you hear me, 'cause I that Hell can't
So can you heal, I'm only just a man

You want to go to Compton? I'll take you there
Hub bodies get burnt butt-naked here
the code, a nigga's calling from the pen
Colombian neck-ties on the outside within
And then, your momma never see you
Casket to wake up plastered in MAC make-up, huh
can't hear you talking from the sky
And only five year olds see your ghost you die, no lie
Karma up to all you head honchos
2 shots in that head, Griselda Blanco
Shit get real though inside the Foxhills
living that fast life and get killed slow
Ask Wack and Draws if a nigga run the
My grandmother's prayers saved you niggas I wanted peace"
Los Angeles, I'm the motherfucking king
No 48 'cause motherfuckers don't sing here

I she see no evil
She gonna it at all
You want to see tomorrow, you not to talk
Say we on our way now, see you again
And they ask you questions, you just answer
What happened
happened then?