Luyện nghe bài hát St. Ides

I think happiness the other way
Sometimes you have to wait
I believed in God
But got so fucked up
That I had to
I used to my Daddy's cabernet
Never thought it would turn a rattlesnake
Thinkin', will be all right
If we could get thru the
Maybe see Saturday
All the where we know where to go
Argue with the homies over who's roll
Bumpin' Goodie Mob as food for the soul
Till it's two in the
When hits the windshield
And is still
Nothing really is a big
One hand on the wheel
And we gon' be all

I had a brown bag
St. in that motherfucker
In the where we smash
5-0 comin' then you I'm running
Crawling broken fences, when shit gets
You know who friend is
And I perspective
Need to go to a place I lose reception
Looking at the satellites by
Reflectin' on my life
I can barely remember night
morning, swear its the last time
Where I be?
Can't start if you don't get a new ID
I the devil fancy me
But that don't mean motherfucker gets to dance with me

I bought a house, second what I own now (What?)
Traffic moving kinda now (What?)
I watch the grow wild (What?)
A bunch of people I don't now (What?)
My city's changed and I'm out
I about New York, maybe SoCal
Put up condos can't afford now
Marks bulldozed tore down
Overpopulated but the city is a town
Keep a little real with me
it goes down
Lack of diversity, I think Sloane now
Only reason I would ever leave my
If I drink, I would crack a 40 ounce
Parents finally left, moved away, and sold the house
It's really hard to it now
Wish that we sort it out
couple sips pour it out
St.