Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

Let me get a at this lumber niggas
From da underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' 9 to 5
Just to get 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 some
I won't change, know they down

not the same, everyday life can be different
These laws got me ready to
I fall 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 wish I never had been apart of 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 tell you it matter
or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' other over this bullshit and some clothes
We're trapped off in this world and society no place else to go
So how you

Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I know myself I be too numb
To something sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get shit
Off my mind, why I be smokin' that dank 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 bro' in Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin'
Through one of our episodes, only God knows, what I go
So I get down on my knees, I come home
Too high to pray, but I get on my bed lay on my and meditate
Anyway, in the ceilings, the walls, it's like cell therapy
I got nothing to do but write about my L I F E, put it on paper
So what you

I live for today, mother fuck another hour, it might be
know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a to bad
I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my
It's people in da street to eat surviving the day
Is the only goat that I set just to make it home, I'm not
Someone's out to get me when I haven't done wrong

My head felt swoll, mist see past my mouth
What route did you man caught me by that loops of my pants
Got me on the lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be
Tha law naw, man Gipp him my shit close my mouth then I dip
See to me G is a person who understand tha
make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man
They got new suites down Peachtree

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

Sometimes I even know how I'm gonna eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the
Shit, you might see a nigga on TV but it's almost like
I'm rappin' for free that little be gone, got dammit, I'm grown
Gotta help the heat and lights on
It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like po'
At least I know what my here fo'

I lie to you sometimes, but I can't
I wanna tell you that 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 they coming up
Off a dope they sold you can get some gold
But we won't make it as a whole without you there'd be no me
And without no unity there will be any happiness
You could smoke a pound of sess and it won't relieve yo' stress
God bless my process

The thought
Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the
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 the one that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it one
said 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 ball of playas
We off in this maze with walls made of layers
And only prayers is the tightest game that you can
The devil's takin' a swing that explain the broken glass
But my ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and when we used to play right

Huh, the only thang we was Williams, Wayne
Never though about 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 sits my seat
Yeah, it's real fucked up my folks come to get me
And it's dat, yeah, and it's like dem