Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

Let me get a chop at this lumber
From da down underground are hangin' the A-Town
for a come 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 from my crew I forget
And if I to get large and come up on some change
I won't change, everybody know they

not the same, everyday life can be different
These laws got me to ball
'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 system got us 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 this bullshit and some
We're trapped off in this and society with no place else to go
So how you

Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I know myself I be too numb
To feel something sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the
Let my mind fly free the wilderness so I can get this shit
Off my mind, that's why I be that dank sometimes
It keeps me snappin', keeps me calm, keeps my mind open
Keeps me firm of what I gots to do off in the
To get my old back on her feet

And my little bro' in Statesboro and my little cuz Twain, all my
Folks hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin'
one of our episodes, only 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 back and
Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's cell therapy
I got nothing to do but write my L I F E, put it down on paper
So you feel?

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

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

Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha 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? who ain't non-iller than miller
Wanna 1, 2 ass no more life what you gave was tha past
'Cause no future wanna milliamp your case
your face, make it seem to be safe ain't no place to run

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

I lie to you sometimes, but I can't
I tell you that it's all good, but it ain't
It's nigga's 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 dope they you can get some gold
But we won't make it as a whole 'cause you there'd be no me
And without no unity there never be any happiness
You smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
God bless my process

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

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

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