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 up, workin' from 9 to 5
to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or living' yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my will I forget
And if I start to get large and come up on change
I won't change, everybody know they

It's not the same, everyday life can be
These got me ready to ball
'Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging fat pillows
To make 'em meet, and every day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I never had been of this mess
the system got us fucked up

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

Frustrated, irritated, I don't know myself I be too numb
To something 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, why I be smokin' that dank sometimes
It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, my mind open
Keeps me firm of what I gots to do off in the
To get my old burd on her feet

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

I for today, mother fuck another hour, it might be sour
Never my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
I'm for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood
It's people in da street 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 done shit wrong

My head swoll, mist couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man caught me by that loops of my
Got me on the curb lettin' tha pass me by
No I said nothing 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 who understand tha plan
Can't make no moves when you in tha of tha man
They got some new down Peachtree

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

Sometimes I don't even know how I'm eat
'Bout twenty dollars away being on the street
Shit, you might see a nigga on TV but hell almost like
I'm rappin' for free that little money be gone, got dammit, I'm
Gotta help keep the and lights on
It would be 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 tell you that it's all good, but it
It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they 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 whole without you there'd be no me
And without no there will never 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, wasn't of the harm
That would come to me like Met Life, but yet life done
Sent me a lot of ups and down like it ain't nothing'
elevators 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
They said it skipped 12 to 14

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

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