Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

Let me get a chop at this lumber
da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, from 9 to 5
Just to get some change so T-Mo can alive
Not greedy or lavish yet but you can bet that 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, everybody 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, and every day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I 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
Food for the soul listen to I tell you it don't matter
or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other this 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 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 dank
It keeps me from snappin', me calm, keeps my mind open
Keeps me of what I gots to do off in the studio
To get my old burd back on her

And my little bro' in Statesboro and my 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, sometimes I home
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 to do but write about my L I F E, put it down on paper
So what you

I for today, mother fuck another hour, it might be sour
know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
Look up and the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
I'm for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood
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 when I done 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 curb lettin' tha pass me by
No questions I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be
Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit my mouth then I dip
See to me G is a person who tha plan
Can't no moves when you in tha hands of tha man
They got some new down Peachtree

Left for tha Feds, right wing for tha hard heads
Makin' deals than Buddy Folks made with Harts field
Somebody want my face in tha place, for 96 shits slick
Got me clean, fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest
Under the order of who? Guess who non-iller than miller
Wanna 1, 2 ass no more life what you gave was tha past
'Cause no future wanna milliamp your case
Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe ain't no 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 on TV but hell it's almost like
I'm rappin' for free that little money be gone, got dammit, I'm
Gotta help keep the and lights 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 wanna you that it's 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 dope they sold you can get some gold
But we won't make it as a 'cause without you there'd be no me
And no unity there will never be any happiness
You smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
God my thought process

The thought
Now, now as an I was born, wasn't warned of the harm
That would come to me like Met Life, but yet life done
Sent me through a lot of ups and down it ain't nothing'
Like elevators but I ain't the one that's the buttons
I got off at the floor, when they told me that it wasn't one
They said it 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 walls of layers
And only is the tightest game 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
Nobody would die in cops and when we used to play right

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