Luyện nghe bài hát TorcH

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I'll trade the noise for a of divine
Uh!

This "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we hang in
Underage, smokin' and alcohol
Grandma shells out the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the parade
I can take you where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, N the Hood wasn't even close
Where the girls' show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked
Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe,
I ain't been since out the cervix
I a M can make it perfect
It came through than the one I worship
You I lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold
He got the nose
Summertime, we don't niggas in winter clothes
I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the codes
My money
Missin' days of honey oats
bills in mama's coat
Cartoons and bubble
This be the realest I wrote
This be ride that hunnid spoke
Red and blue head to toe

Who needs a friend?
You see mothafuckin' rims
Met the devil in
Look my mothafuckin' eyes

Look at my eyes, look at my
Look at my shit,
All of lies, true to my life
to my pen so
Take what you want, get you like
Open that
Ain't shit raw
it? That shit raw
Look my mothafuckin' eyes
impaired by the high
No cares on my
dares, that is fine

This from 'round the back house
More baggies bagged and roach
In plastic suede couch
Best play cat and that
A pitchin' in major
servin' dope but we cater
Take you to my Sega
Slammin' bones on that
errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's
Forced to to a man
L.A. had them Rams
Went to for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal
Lungs black as a crow, got from every hood store
My haters for the better and money came for the loads
Concrete where we rose, you built from this mold
up the game with many flow
I've been a loc Henry O
I'm ten toes, you role
I do this shit for way before
Jehri curls, cut Dickies and smoke
Got so many bodies the knows, shit
Don't worry no witness, your homies go under oath
But our dreams big, homie
The world done on me, took my soul then clicked on me

Who needs a mothafuckin'
You see my mothafuckin'
Met the devil in
through my mothafuckin' eyes

Look at my eyes, at my block
at my shit, cold
All of these lies, true to my
to my pen so
Take you want, get what you like
that window
Ain't that raw
Ain't it? That raw
Look through my mothafuckin'
impaired by the high
No on my mind
Couple dares, that is

My was in full frame
But my vision had
My memory is
But my on point
I be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go
Oh Lord!
You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold,
No Lord!
I see at my window
My patience short
I had no one to on
That's why that is so cold
like the cool king on my fallen bros, bros, bros, bros
Oh Lord!
Guess that's my call, my last go
Said isn't shit what you wanted to see?
Ain't this what you wanted to see?