Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so man
In them pissy staircases, we just here
Waitin with them crystal clear cases tryin to make a
When wreck came around, I'm in the trench with my pound
I'm pitchin you and the bench is my mound (what's good)
It ain't no freezin game, I'm in the freezin the rain
to make G's off the 'caine so I can freeze up a chain (Jacob!)
Or put the Spre's on the (spinners!)
So I can through the game (vroom!)
That's why I kinda different, and some think that I'm twisted
Cause I smoke too much, and I 'til I'm twisted (I'm on point)
I'm tryin to maintain to stay (that's right)
Cause that main game of shavin coke is goin the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon - chow time

[Jim
The purple, HAZE, keep and burnin
Nightmares at night I up in sweat, tossin and turnin (I can't sleep)
I'm on my sleep, I can't get a wink, I might miss somethin
I think if I blink I might miss somethin (what happened happened)
Constantly rollin up (uh-huh)
As I stomp this block man they throwin up treys (Eastside)
We the streets, know the struggle, know the hustle
Know the hook, know to cut it, know to double (know price)
Now if you don't change your mind, change your
Don't get in the facade, don't get caught up on a charge
(Don't be facin six) You know life goes by
Just as fast as them goes by
fast, them blue and whites go by (SQUALIE!)
We white, whole pies
Hope to God that the law or the vice don't (SQUALIE!)
We trapped in our own hustle
You see the government's the powder but the is our own hustle
We smart we?

[Jim
Sheeit, the heat's in the kitchen, I to you listen
The beef if it thicken the heat'll stay clickin, that?
I'll be burnin water, I turn the corners (uh-huh)
I'll be more than as {?}
R.I.P., man kind of redundant
Niggaz, off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun spit
Plus, man they ridin to dump (yes sir!)
In hooped up whips, the miss and I scoop up with
the eighth in 'em, they shoot up shit and get 'em (boom)
They chew up like straight sick 'em (sick 'em)
Over that turf or strip, or that work the
We'll the shotty, and disperse your squad-dy (woo)
That's the code of my
Over that blue and them grams, niggaz your man (we gon' get 'em)
Get you all shot over for a grand
Man, death is so cheap in my hood - short