Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

Thousand ago
We young and we didn't know
We were trading our for our souls
the sacrifice
Headed to the light
But be careful don't in the gold
I know it but it's cold

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

Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Stones?
And C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The concrete matrix, organizations
They violations, hood public relations
It was the basics to get big
Stay away cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and trend
They the ones that fed us hopin' the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the terror of
Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the of Bush
I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a Gucci
A bad ho to BBB do me, you of flukey?
Stokes it was folks and and dope
choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope
Rare of a generation
Diamonds, enough 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 it down like whatever you need
He squinted his and rolled the weed

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

Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six
Folly boy, O block, east
Where it ain't no conversation 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 look like a sign
I've been out there three days and I got 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, watch the morgue me up
But can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper
Where I come from ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was
crib, big fam, mom was workin', granny raised us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that's shit
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm with
Better watch out for that shot cause they will hit
Hungry take shorty lunchbox, and won't feel shit
I came from a place where it's basic but you make it
Feds buildin' cases, judges who and full of hatred I mean
You ain't never seen the shit that I

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