Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

Let me get a chop at this 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 or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody my crew will I forget
And if I start to get 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 ready to
'Cause I fall a victim so I still be them fat pillows
To make 'em meet, each and every day as I my city streets
Sometimes I wish I had been apart of this mess
'Cause the system got us up

It put us to the test, and men if you black you in
Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we
We killin' each other over this bullshit and clothes
We're trapped off in this world and society with no place to go
So how you

Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't myself I be too numb
To feel sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free the wilderness so I can get this shit
Off my mind, that's why I be smokin' that dank
It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, my mind open
Keeps me firm of what I to do off in the studio
To get my old back on her feet

And my bro' in Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was
Through one of our episodes, only God knows, what I go
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 like therapy
I got to do but write about my L I F E, put it down on paper
So you feel?

I live for today, fuck another hour, it might be sour
Never know my day, so I'm in the shower
up and thank the Lord 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 it home, I'm not alone
Someone's out to get me I haven't done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, mist couldn't see past my
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 said lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'
Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit close my then I dip
See to me G is a person who understand tha
Can't make no moves when you in tha of tha man
They got some new suites Peachtree

Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha heads
Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made Harts field
Somebody don't my face in tha place, for 96 shits slick
Got me clean, lookin' fresh, be scratchin' 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 your
Disgrace your face, make it to be safe ain't no place to run

I don't even know how I'm gonna eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the
Shit, you might see a nigga on TV but hell it's almost
I'm rappin' for that little money be gone, got dammit, I'm grown
help keep the heat and lights on
It would be nice to 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 you that 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 nigga's killing, feelin they coming up
Off a little dope they sold you can get 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 could smoke a pound of and it still won't relieve yo' stress
God bless my thought

The process
Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't of the harm
That come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done
Sent me through a lot of ups and down like it nothing'
Like but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when 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 reality the world is a ball full of playas
We trapped off in this maze with made of layers
And only prayers is the tightest game you can have
The devil's takin' a swing might explain the broken glass
But my ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in and robbers when we used to play right

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