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 share or how to
I never had no teachings being fair

Have you ever heard of Black Stone Black Stones?
And C H'd, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The matrix, street organizations
They gave violations, hood public
It was the basics to get big
Stay away from cases, bad broads, good
The was the taste makers and trend setters
They the ones that fed us that the feds 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 Suzuki and a 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 of a generation
Diamonds, blind so real shit we facin'
Forties wasted on seats, Dion the beats
When air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat
I could it down like whatever you need
He his face and rolled the weed

You know don't see sometimes
That in the
It's the exact 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 heats
Can't nobody stop the violence, why my keep lyin'?
Niggas up peace signs but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I look like a sign
I've been out there days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free
I know wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But they can me later, I been cool, chasin' paper
Where I come ain't 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', capers, that's real shit
Same niggas day one boy, yeah I'm still with
Better watch out for jump shot cause 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
Feds buildin' cases, who racist and full of hatred I mean
You ain't never seen the that I seen

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