Luyện nghe bài hát See No Evil

I read the XXL
Tote the .45 to church, think I'm destined for hell, oh
tears off the face of my Jesus Piece
It's bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city
I'm from the crack of city streets
Used to sell crack in them city streets, in Blood nigga
In a coma five days, of a thug nigga
Momma ain't show, grandma almost the plugged the nigga
Used to pull the gun out, because of 'cause niggas
Five shots to the 'cause I'm a Blood nigga
Nothin' but suwoo'ing where the fuck I'm from
You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre
Smell the scent of bodies ridin' down Green Leaf
No peace so don't get caught up with no
Fatburger, we cooking that real beef
Momma's 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 when you die in ya sleep
'Cause the coroner don't need no sheets,
I'm sayin', playing, wrap him up in what he lay in
Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets he pray in
Compton raised me
Can't tell my nothing bout her baby, you crazy

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

I this life at a pace that anyone can go
Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that you'll die
Trace your when I do step in a fire of broken bones
And I require my heart's desire and 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 none of my light casts
Out of that black cloud that's been watered down since my first chopper
But fuck that, I'm not worried, when discouraged
Skirt off makin' them off I should have hurt them in a hurry
off all under my fingers, dirt all of 'em gon' is gone
Shirt off when precesure, resuscitation early
I need you to keep as a mouse
Which is ironic 'cause rats is what I'm talking
I'm hearin' the sonics of gun
The whispers, the silent even though I know it's an eye for an eye

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, see you again
And when they ask you questions, you just
What then?
What happened

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

You want to go to Compton? Nigga I'll you there
Hub City bodies get burnt here
Respect the code, a nigga's from the pen
Colombian neck-ties on the outside within
And then, your momma never see you
Casket to never wake up in MAC make-up, huh
Niggas can't hear you talking the sky
And only year olds see your ghost when 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
Nigga living that fast and get killed slow
Ask Wack and Draws if a run the streets
My grandmother's prayers saved you I never wanted peace"
Los Angeles, I'm the king here
No first 48 'cause 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, see you again
And when ask you questions, you just answer
What happened
What then?