Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

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

I'm the other side of town
Out of
To anybody who live around
I never to share or how to care
I never had no about being fair

you ever heard of Black Stone around Black Stones?
And Four C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony Island on
The concrete matrix, street
They violations, hood public relations
It was the to get big faces
Stay from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and setters
They the ones that fed us that 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 heard of
it was folks and coke and dope
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 parties we escapin' the
I could break it down whatever you need
He squinted his face and the weed

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

Have you heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
Folly boy, O block, east
Where it ain't no conversation they just let them ride
nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'?
Niggas up peace signs but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I like a street sign
I've been out three days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when flew out each nine
I be happy I wake up and I have a free mind
I know wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper
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
niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm still with
Better watch out for that shot cause they will hit
Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and feel shit
I came from a where it's basic but you won't make it
buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
You ain't never seen the shit that I

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