Luyện nghe bài hát TorcH [Explicit]

Blank face, face, blank face, blank face
face, blank face, blank face, blank face
Blank face, face
I'll trade the noise for a piece of
Uh!

that "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we in halls
Underage, smokin' and alcohol
sweeped shells out the driveway
One of the got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots where walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't close
the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked
Now she get you for your change, Save-A-Hoe, mane
I ain't right since out the cervix
I a M can make it perfect
It came through more the one I worship
You I lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold
He got the runny
Summertime, we don't trust niggas in clothes
I swear the hood low, as the burner get I follow the city codes
My money
them days of honey oats
Dollar bills in mama's
Cartoons and bubble
This be the realest shit I
This be that ride that spoke
Red and from head to toe

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

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

This shit from the back house
More bagged and that roach
In granny's plastic couch
play cat and that mouse
A minor pitchin' in
Stay servin' dope but we
Take you to my Sega
Slammin' on that table
Runnin' errands for grams, the at Tam's
to grow to a man
Before L.A. had Rams
Went to school for the bitches, where drugs was the goal
Lungs black as a crow, got from every hood store
My haters came for the better and came for the loads
Concrete we rose, you wasn't built from this mold
Fucked up the game with flow
I've been a loc since O
I'm ten toes, you movie
I do this shit for lifers way
curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke
Got so many bodies the world knows,
worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath
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
through my mothafuckin' eyes

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

My picture was in 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 of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold
No Lord!
I see at my window
My patience short
I had no one to on
why that chip is so cold
Kinda like the cool on my fallen bros, bros, bros, bros
Oh Lord!
that's my curtain call, my last go
Said isn't this shit what you wanted to
this shit what you wanted to see?