Luyện nghe bài hát The Neighborhood

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

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

Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Stones?
And Four C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony on Aces
The concrete matrix, organizations
They gave violations, hood relations
It was the basics to get big
Stay from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and setters
They the ones that fed us hopin' the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the terror of
Crack babies, a push, we were the products of Bush
I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a Gucci
A bad ho to BBB do me, you heard of
Stokes it was folks and coke and
Fiends choked off of smoke, and rope
jewels of a generation
Diamonds, blind 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 it down like whatever you need
He squinted his and rolled the weed

You know they don't see
in the neighborhood
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, side
Where it ain't no conversation they just let them ride
nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody dying
Used to post up on that strip, I like a street sign
I've been out there three days and I got at three times
Felt like bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
I be when I wake up and I have a free mind
I know wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But they can catch me later, I been cool, paper
Where I come from no hope if you was claimin' that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', granny us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, real shit
Same niggas from day one boy, I'm still with
Better watch out for that jump 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
Feds buildin' cases, judges who and full of hatred I mean
You never seen the shit that I seen

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