Luyện nghe bài hát TorcH [Explicit]

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

that "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we hang in
Underage, smokin' weed and
Grandma 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, Captain Save-A-Hoe,
I ain't right since out the cervix
I a M can make it perfect
It through more than 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 winter
I the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes
My money
Missin' them days of honey
Dollar bills in mama's
Cartoons and soap
This be the realest shit I
This be that that hunnid spoke
Red and blue head to toe

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

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

This from 'round the back house
More baggies and that roach
In granny's suede couch
Best cat and that mouse
A minor pitchin' in
Stay servin' but we cater
Take you back to my
bones on that table
Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at
to grow to a man
Before L.A. had them
to school 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 came for the
Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this
Fucked up the game with many
been a loc since Henry O
I'm ten toes, you movie
I do shit for lifers way before
curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke
Got so many bodies the world knows,
Don't worry 'bout no witness, your go under oath
But our dreams big, homie
The world done flipped on me, my soul then clicked on me

Who needs a friend?
You see my rims
Met the in disguise
Look through my mothafuckin'

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

My picture was in full
But my had distort
My memory is
But my feelings on
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 growin' short
I had no one to on
That's why chip is so cold
Kinda the cool king 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
Ain't this shit what you to see?