Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

Thousand ago
We were young and we know
We were trading our for our souls
Made the
Headed back to the
But be careful don't drown in the
I it glows 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 teachings about being

Have you ever heard of Black around Black Stones?
And Four C H'd, Vice Lords, Island on Aces
The concrete matrix, organizations
They violations, hood public relations
It was the basics to get big
Stay from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and trend
They the ones that fed us hopin' that the 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 coke and
Fiends 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 they air it out on at the we escapin' the heat
I could break it like whatever you need
He his face and rolled the weed

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

Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six
boy, O block, east side
Where it ain't no conversation they let them heats ride
Can't nobody stop the violence, why my keep lyin'?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep
Used to post up on that strip, I look a street sign
I've been out there days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free
I haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But they can catch me later, I 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 food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that's real
Same niggas from day one boy, I'm still with
Better watch out for that shot cause they will hit
Hungry 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 shit that I

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