Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

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

I'm the other side of town
Out of
To anybody who live around
I never learned to or how to care
I never had no teachings 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 gave violations, hood relations
It was the basics to get big
Stay away from cases, bad broads, graces
The hustles was the makers and trend setters
They the ones 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 wishin' for a Samurai and a little Gucci
A bad ho to BBB do me, you heard of
Stokes it was folks and coke and
Fiends choked off of smoke, and rope
jewels of a generation
Diamonds, enough so real shit we facin'
Forties wasted on seats, Dion the beats
When they air it out on at the we escapin' the heat
I could break it down like 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 over and over again
me?

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

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