Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

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

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

Have you ever heard of Stone 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
away 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 of Bush
Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the of Bush
I'm wishin' for a Samurai and a little Gucci
A bad ho to BBB do me, you heard of
Stokes it was folks and coke and
choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope
Rare of a generation
Diamonds, blind enough so real shit we
Forties wasted on seats, Dion the beats
When they air it out on at the parties we the heat
I could break it down whatever you need
He his face and rolled the weed

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

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

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