Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

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

It's not the same, life can be different
These laws got me to ball
I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows
To make 'em meet, each and every day as I my city streets
I wish I never had been apart of this mess
'Cause the got us fucked 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
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we
We killin' each other over 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 don't know myself I be too
To feel sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the 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 mind
me firm of what 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
Folks that hang 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, I come 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 nothing to do but write about my L I F E, put it on paper
So you feel?

I live for today, fuck another hour, it might be sour
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 bless my
It's people killin' in da 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 shit

My head swoll, mist couldn't see past my mouth
What did you take man caught me by that loops of my pants
Got me on the curb tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing lookin' for tha to be buckin'
Tha law naw, man show him my shit 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 down Peachtree

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

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

I lie to you sometimes, but I can't
I wanna tell you that all good, but it ain't
It's nigga's hurtin' and '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 you there'd be no me
And without no unity there never be any happiness
You could a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
God bless my process

The process
Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the
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 elevators but I ain't the one pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when they me that it wasn't one
They said it from 12 to 14

Still smoking, drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 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 is the tightest game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the 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 feared was Williams,
Never though about licks or slangin' caine
Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to
Label me because my ass is scorchin'
Hot from the that sits under my seat
Yeah, it's real fucked up that my folks to get me
And it's like dat, yeah, and it's dem