Luyện nghe bài hát Talking To The World

[Jim
I grew up in the 'jects, inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just sittin
Waitin them crystal clear cases tryin to make a sale
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 speed the game (vroom!)
That's why I think different, and some think that I'm twisted
Cause I too much, and I drink 'til I'm twisted (I'm on point)
I'm tryin to maintain to stay (that's right)
Cause that main of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by
That down my food, bon appetit - chow time

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

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