Luyện nghe bài hát TorcH

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

This "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we in halls
Underage, smokin' weed and
Grandma sweeped shells out the
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the parade
I can take you spots gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood even close
Where the kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked
Now she get you for change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane
I ain't been right out the cervix
I a M can make it perfect
It came through more the one I worship
You I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin'
He got the runny
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
Dollar bills in mama's
Cartoons and bubble
This be the shit I wrote
This be that ride hunnid spoke
Red and from head to toe

Who needs a mothafuckin'
You see them rims
Met the in disguise
Look my mothafuckin' eyes

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

This shit from 'round the house
More baggies and that roach
In granny's plastic couch
Best play cat and mouse
A minor pitchin' in
Stay dope but we cater
you back to my Sega
Slammin' on that table
Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at
to grow to a man
Before L.A. had Rams
Went to for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal
Lungs black as a crow, got banned from hood store
My haters came for the better and money for the loads
Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from mold
Fucked up the game with many
I've been a loc since O
I'm ten toes, you movie
I do this shit for lifers way
Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm
Got so bodies the world knows, shit
Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under
But our were big, homie
The world done flipped on me, my soul then clicked on me

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

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

My picture was in full
But my had distort
My is okay
But my on point
I be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go
Oh Lord!
You don't know the of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold
No Lord!
I see faces at my
My patience short
I had no one to on
That's why that chip is so
Kinda like the cool king on my fallen bros, bros, bros,
Oh Lord!
that's my curtain call, my last go
Said isn't this shit you wanted to see?
this shit what you wanted to see?