Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

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

I'm from the other of town
Out of
To anybody who don't around
I never to share or how to care
I never had no about being fair

Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Stones?
And C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The matrix, street organizations
They gave violations, hood public
It was the to get big faces
Stay away from cases, bad broads, good
The hustles was the taste makers and 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 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 off of smoke, herringbones and rope
Rare jewels of a
Diamonds, blind enough so real shit we
Forties wasted on seats, Dion makin' the
When they air it out on at the parties we escapin' the
I break it down like whatever you need
He squinted his face and rolled the

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

Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six
Folly boy, O block, side
it ain't no conversation they just let them heats ride
Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city lyin'?
Niggas throw up signs but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I look a street sign
I've out there three days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each
I be happy when I 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
I come from 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', pullin' capers, real shit
Same niggas day one boy, yeah I'm still with
Better watch out for that jump shot they will hit
Hungry take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel
I came a place where it's basic but you won't make it
buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
You never seen the shit that I seen

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