Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

Thousand ago
We young and we didn't know
We were trading our crowns for our
the sacrifice
Headed back to the
But be careful drown in the gold
I know it glows but cold

I'm the other side of town
Out of
To who don't live around
I never to share or how to care
I never had no about being fair

Have you ever heard of Black Stone Black Stones?
And C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The matrix, street organizations
They violations, hood public relations
It was the to get big faces
Stay away from cases, bad broads, graces
The hustles was the taste makers and setters
the ones that fed us hopin' that the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the of Bush
Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the of Bush
I'm for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci
A bad ho to BBB do me, you heard of
Stokes it was and coke and dope
Fiends off of smoke, herringbones and rope
Rare jewels of a
Diamonds, blind enough so real we facin'
Forties wasted on seats, Dion makin' the
When they air it out on at the we escapin' the heat
I could it down like whatever you need
He squinted his face and rolled the

You know they see sometimes
in the neighborhood
It's the same thing
It's the same over and over again
me?

Have you ever of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
Folly boy, O block, east
Where it no conversation they just let them heats ride
Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city lyin'?
Niggas throw up peace but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I like a street sign
I've been out there days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me they flew out each nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free
I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the grab me up
But can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper
I come from ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', granny us
No in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that's real shit
Same niggas day one boy, yeah I'm still with
Better watch out for that jump shot cause will hit
take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel shit
I came a place where it's basic but you won't make it
Feds buildin' cases, judges who and full of hatred I mean
You never seen the shit that I seen

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