Luyện nghe bài hát Suddenly

I swear this famous shit just overnight
For sure these was so uptight, but now they so polite
All I see is love, smiles, and overbites
But Im nigga, Dolemite
I remember when, I was like ten, maybe
Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotty pumps with a nine
had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne
Bone thugs had more but that was the shit, that made me rhyme
Wassup, whats on mind? Hol up, Im feeling fine
Locs got me blind, like Im Eazy-E up in his prime
young nigga with a attitude
I thats why the crackers kept me after school
Roaches on the wall, roaches on the
Everybody had roaches but our roaches aint us
On the park bench playing checkers, sipping
Girbaud with hologram straps and reflectors
We had cookouts and dirt and dice games and fist fights
And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG two rounds
And click left two down, four kids but one lived
Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one
Thats everyday shit, we used to that
Add it up, do the with your stupid ass
Dont view me as no conscious cat, this no conscious rap
Fuck the conscious crap, my macll your conscience back
I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the
Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping
Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the
the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers
Im it bout it, nigga aint shit sweet about me
The bitches on the block be even speakin bout me
Im so thuggish ruggish ruckus, knuckin if you buckin
Young and thuggin, buggin showing out in public, but you it

I only got one vision, thats for kids in every color,
That listen, that you beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons
They try to blind our vision, but we all got and siblings
You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your

Back again
Chilling in the back of the Lac with a or the gin
Finna ask can I to her friend,
Then a smash, Ill be damned if I ask her again
slabs on the Lac when I spin,
Then its back to the of the Benz,
Lean back in the back with the
And a crap when I tap that then attack,
tax, never that that, max on the ends
Spend ends, I way back when,
A motherfucker used to have to cash from my friends, friends
Just to put a snack up in the
Im on, I swear to God to pay you back
Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches fuck with me
My idols say whats up to me, ugly to comfortably

It all man
It was just like
Times was so
And now Im
I only can thank God

Everything before my eyes
By my