Luyện nghe bài hát See No Evil

I don't the XXL
Tote the .45 to church, think I'm for hell, oh well
Blood tears off the of my Jesus Piece
It's bloodshed, feel the in my city streets
I'm from the crack of them 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 pulled the plugged the
Used to the gun out, just because of 'cause niggas
Five shots to the 'cause I'm a Blood nigga
Nothin' brewing but suwoo'ing where the fuck I'm
You lucky if you it out of Compton, ask Andre Young
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' Green 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 them Juveniles
to be generals, be missing your dinner now, huh
Say it's a when you die in ya sleep
'Cause the coroner need no sheets, capishe
I'm sayin', playing, wrap him up in what he lay in
Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets he pray in
streets raised me
Can't my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy

I she see no evil
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 they ask you questions, you just answer
What happened
What happened

I live this life at a pace that can go
Know your place and dedicate your role, to the that you'll die alone
Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken
And I require my desire and when I reap what I sew
I my momma a Benz, my boobie a jag
A cut for my dogs with a full of glass
But still I be feeling like none of my light never
Out of that black that's been watered down since my first chopper blast
But fuck that, I'm not worried, even when
Skirt off makin' 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 quiet as a mouse
Which is ironic 'cause rats is I'm talking about
I'm hearin' the of gun fire
The whispers, the silent cries even though I it's an eye for an eye

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

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

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

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, I'ma see you
And when ask you questions, you just answer
What then?
happened then?