Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

Let me get a chop at this niggas
From da down underground are hangin' around the
Lookin' for a up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just to get some so T-Mo can stay alive
Not or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody my crew will I forget
And if I start to get large and up on some change
I change, everybody know they down

It's not the same, everyday can be different
These laws got me ready to
'Cause I a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows
To make 'em meet, each and day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of mess
'Cause the got us fucked up

It put us to the test, women and men if you you in
Food for the soul listen to what I you it don't matter
or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over bullshit and some clothes
We're trapped off in this world and society with no place to go
So how you

Frustrated, irritated, I don't know myself I be too numb
To something sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the so I can get this shit
Off my mind, that's why I be smokin' that sometimes
It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, my mind open
me firm of what I gots to do off in the studio
To get my old burd on her feet

And my little bro' in Statesboro and my little cuz Twain, all my
Folks that hang with me when I was out in the or when I was goin'
Through one of our episodes, God knows, what I go through
So I get down on my knees, sometimes I come
Too high to pray, but I get on my bed lay on my and meditate
Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, like cell therapy
I got to do but write about my L I F E, put it down on paper
So what you

I live for today, mother fuck another hour, it be sour
Never know my day, so I'm in the shower
up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my
It's people killin' in da to eat surviving the day
Is the only goat that I set just to it home, I'm not alone
Someone's out to get me I haven't done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, mist couldn't see my mouth
What route did you man caught me by that loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic me by
No questions I said nothing for tha mutant to be buckin'
Tha law naw, man show him my shit close my mouth then I dip
See to me G is a who understand tha plan
Can't no moves when you in tha hands of tha man
They got some new suites down

Left for tha Feds, right wing for tha hard heads
Makin' more deals Buddy Folks made with Harts field
Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shits
Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be at my chest
Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller miller
Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life you gave was tha past
ain't no future wanna milliamp your case
Disgrace face, make it seem to be safe ain't no place to run

Sometimes I don't even how I'm gonna eat
twenty dollars away from being on the street
Shit, you might see a nigga on TV but hell it's like
I'm for free that little money be gone, got dammit, I'm grown
Gotta help keep the and lights on
It would be nice to mo' but I kinda like being po'
At least I what my friends here fo'

I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I
I wanna tell you that all good, but it ain't
It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they make it or not
That's why we got killing, feelin like they coming up
Off a little dope they sold you can get some
But we won't make it as a 'cause without you there'd be no me
And without no unity there will never be any
You smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
God bless my thought

The thought
Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the
That would come to meet me Met Life, but yet life done
Sent me through a lot of ups and down like it nothing'
Like but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it one
They said it from 12 to 14

Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm on the Lincoln 4 A.M.
that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas
We trapped off in this with walls made of layers
And only is the tightest game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing that might the broken glass
But my crystal see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we to play right

Huh, the only we feared was Williams, Wayne
Never though hittin' licks or slangin' caine
Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to
Label me murder my ass is scorchin'
Hot from the Glock that under my seat
Yeah, it's real up that my folks come to get me
And it's like dat, yeah, and it's dem