Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

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

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

Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black
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
away from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and setters
They the ones that fed us hopin' that the don't get us
The era of Reagan, the of Bush
Crack babies, a push, we were the products of Bush
I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little
A bad ho to BBB do me, you of flukey?
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, makin' the beats
When air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat
I could break it like whatever you need
He squinted his face and rolled the

You know they don't see
That in the
It's the same thing
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 heats ride
Can't stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody 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 times
Felt like bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a mind
I haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But they can catch me later, I been cool, paper
Where I come ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', raised us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', capers, that's real shit
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm still
Better out for that jump shot cause they will hit
Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and won't shit
I came from a place where 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 I seen

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