Luyện nghe bài hát Thought Process

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

It's not the same, life can be different
These laws got me to ball
'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 never had been apart of this
the system got us fucked up

It put us to the test, women and men if you you in
Food for the soul to what I tell you it don't matter
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we
We killin' each other over this and some clothes
We're trapped off in this and society with 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', me calm, keeps my mind 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 little cuz Twain, all my
Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or I was goin'
Through one of our episodes, only God knows, 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, like cell therapy
I got nothing to do but about my L I F E, put it down on paper
So what you

I live for today, mother fuck hour, it might be sour
know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
Look up and thank the for forgiveness, a witness to bad
I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God my neighborhood
It's people in da street 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 done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, mist see past my mouth
What route did you take man caught me by loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha pass me by
No questions I said nothing for tha mutant to be buckin'
Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit close my mouth I dip
See to me G is a person who understand tha
Can't no moves when you in tha hands of tha man
They got some new suites Peachtree

wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hard heads
Makin' more than Buddy Folks made with Harts field
Somebody don't want my in tha place, for 96 shits slick
Got me clean, fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest
Under the order of who? Guess who ain't than miller
Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you was tha past
'Cause ain't no future wanna milliamp your
Disgrace face, make 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 from being on the
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 the heat and lights on
It would be to have mo' but I kinda like being po'
At least I know what my friends fo'

I lie to you sometimes, but I can't
I wanna tell you that all good, but it ain't
It'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 sold you can get some gold
But we won't it as a whole 'cause without you there'd be no me
And without no there will never be any happiness
You could smoke a pound of sess and it won't relieve yo' stress
God bless my process

The process
Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the
That come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done
me through a lot of ups and down like it ain't nothing'
Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the
I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me it wasn't one
They said it skipped 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 off in this maze with walls made of layers
And prayers is the tightest game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing that explain the broken glass
But my crystal see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and when 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 in to abortion
Label me murder because my ass is
Hot from the Glock that sits under my
Yeah, it's real fucked up that my come to get me
And it's like dat, yeah, and it's dem