Luyện nghe bài hát See No Evil

I read the XXL
Tote the .45 to church, think I'm destined for hell, oh
Blood off the face of my Jesus Piece
It's bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city
I'm the crack of them city streets
Used to sell crack in city streets, born in Blood nigga
In a coma five days, life of a nigga
Momma ain't show, grandma almost the plugged the nigga
Used to the gun out, just because of 'cause niggas
Five shots to the head 'cause I'm a Blood
Nothin' but suwoo'ing where the fuck I'm from
You lucky if you it out of Compton, ask Andre Young
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Leaf
No peace so don't get caught up with no
Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that beef
mourning they sons, I'm talking real grief
Real funerals of lost Juveniles
Trying to be generals, be your dinner now, huh
Say it's a blessing when you die in ya
'Cause the coroner don't no sheets, capishe
I'm sayin', playing, wrap him up in what he lay in
Fold a nigga arms, now a what he pray in
Compton raised me
Can't tell my grandma bout her baby, you crazy

I she see no evil
She gonna it at all
You to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk
Say we on our way now, I'ma see you
And when they ask you questions, you answer
What happened
What happened

I this life at a pace that anyone can go
Know place and dedicate your 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 bought my momma a Benz, my a jag
A cut for my dogs with a roof of glass
But still I be feeling like of my light never casts
Out of that black cloud that's been watered down my first chopper blast
But fuck that, I'm not worried, even discouraged
Skirt off them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry
Dirt off all under my fingers, all of 'em gon' is gone
Shirt off when precesure, resuscitation early
I need you to keep quiet as a
Which is ironic 'cause rats is what I'm about
I'm hearin' the of gun fire
The whispers, the silent cries even though I know an eye for an eye

I she see no evil
She gonna it at all
You to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk
Say we on our way now, I'ma see you
And when they ask you questions, you just
happened 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 know that can't
So Heaven can you heal, I'm only a man

You want to go to Nigga I'll take you there
Hub City get burnt butt-naked here
the code, a nigga's calling from the pen
Colombian on the outside from within
And then, your never see you again
Casket to never 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
catches up to all you head honchos
2 Dome shots in that head, Blanco
Shit get real though inside the Foxhills
Nigga living that fast and get killed slow
Ask Wack and if a nigga run the streets
My prayers saved you niggas I never wanted peace"
Los Angeles, I'm the motherfucking here
No first 48 motherfuckers don't sing here

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