Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

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

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

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

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

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

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

My head felt swoll, couldn't see past my mouth
route did you take man caught me by that loops of my pants
Got me on the lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'
Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my close my mouth then I dip
See to me G is a person who understand tha
Can't make no moves you in tha hands of tha man
got some new suites down Peachtree

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

Sometimes I don't even how I'm gonna eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from on the street
Shit, you see a nigga on TV but hell it's almost like
I'm rappin' for free that little 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 I know what my friends here fo'

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

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

Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the 4 A.M.
Thinkin' that in reality the world is like a full of playas
We trapped off in this with walls made of layers
And only prayers is the tightest that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the glass
But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the
would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams,
Never though about hittin' or slangin' caine
think I'd be the one to give in to abortion
Label me murder because my ass is
Hot from the Glock that sits my seat
Yeah, it's real fucked up my folks come to get me
And it's like dat, yeah, and it's dem