Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

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

I'm from the side of town
Out of
To anybody who live around
I never learned to share or how to
I never had no teachings about being

Have you ever heard of Stone around Black Stones?
And Four C H'd, Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The matrix, street organizations
They gave violations, hood public
It was the to get big faces
Stay away cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and trend
They the ones that fed us that the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the of Bush
babies, momma's a push, we were the products of Bush
I'm for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci
A bad ho to BBB do me, you of flukey?
Stokes it was and coke and dope
Fiends choked off of smoke, and rope
Rare jewels of a
Diamonds, enough so real shit we facin'
wasted on seats, Dion makin' the beats
When air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat
I could break it like whatever you need
He his face and rolled the weed

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

Have you heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
Folly boy, O block, side
Where it no conversation they just let them heats ride
Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep
Niggas up peace signs but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I like a street sign
I've been out there three days and I got shot at three
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out nine
I be happy when I 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 ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', 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 jump shot cause they hit
take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel shit
I from a place where it's basic but you won't make it
Feds buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I
You ain't never the shit that I seen

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