Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

Thousand ago
We were and we didn't know
We trading our crowns for our souls
Made the
Headed back to the
But be careful don't drown in the
I know it but it's cold

I'm from the side of town
Out of
To anybody who don't live
I never learned to or how to care
I never had no teachings about fair

Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black
And Four C H'd, Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The concrete matrix, organizations
gave violations, hood public relations
It was the basics to get big
Stay away from cases, bad broads, graces
The hustles was the taste makers and trend
They the ones that fed us that the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the terror of
Crack babies, a push, we were the products of Bush
I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little
A bad ho to BBB do me, you heard of
Stokes it was folks and coke and
Fiends choked off of smoke, and rope
Rare of a generation
Diamonds, blind so real shit we facin'
Forties wasted on seats, Dion makin' the
When air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat
I could break it like whatever you need
He squinted his face and the weed

You they don't see sometimes
That in the
It's the exact thing
It's the same thing over and over
me?

Have you ever heard of no limit, hundred, six hundred?
boy, O block, east side
Where it ain't no they just let them heats ride
Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep
to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign
I've been out there days and I got shot at three times
like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
I be when I wake up and I have a free mind
I know haters wanna clap me up, the morgue grab me up
But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin'
Where I from ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was major
crib, big fam, mom was workin', granny raised us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', capers, that's real shit
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm with
watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit
Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel
I came from a place where it's but you won't make it
Feds buildin' cases, judges who and full of hatred I mean
You ain't seen the shit that I seen

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