Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

Let me get a at this lumber niggas
From da down underground are around 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 lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
from my crew will I forget
And if I start to get large and up on some change
I won't change, know they down

It's not the same, everyday can be different
These laws got me ready to
'Cause I fall a victim so I still be them fat pillows
To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my streets
Sometimes I wish I never had 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 tell you it don't
Young or old it's we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each over this bullshit and some clothes
We're 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 something sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly into the wilderness 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, keeps my 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 Statesboro and my cuz Mark Twain, all my
that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin'
Through one of our episodes, only God knows, I go through
So I get on my knees, sometimes I come home
Too high to pray, but I get on my bed lay on my and meditate
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 what you

I live for today, mother fuck hour, it might be sour
Never my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
Look up and the Lord 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
Someone's out to get me when I haven't shit wrong

My head swoll, mist couldn't 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 nothing 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 tha plan
Can't make no moves you in tha hands of tha man
They got some new suites down

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

Sometimes I even know how I'm gonna eat
'Bout twenty dollars away being on the street
Shit, you might see a on TV but hell it's 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 friends fo'

I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I
I wanna tell you it's all good, but it ain't
nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not
That's why we got killing, feelin like they coming up
Off a little they sold 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 will be any happiness
You could a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
God my thought process

The process
Now, now as an Outkast I was born, warned of the harm
would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done
Sent me a lot of ups and down like it ain't 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
said it skipped from 12 to 14

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

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