Luyện nghe bài hát Trailer Ras

How many of you people are trash?

Way back in junior high I of swore my name was white boy
(What's up boy?)
was all types of ill shit going down
Between gangsters, and cholos
Heshians, Asians or usos
Well I've got black white yellow red and brown
We would sit by the river
And listen to the
Just sit and smoke and with all my crew (ohh)
now when I look back
Over blue skies and smoke
It makes me to think I've made it through
And I hear the birds
When the sun out the morning
And there's or nothing I can do

When I into my stash
I remember ras
And there's or nothing I can do

We would sit by the river
And listen to the
And do the things not supposed to do

How to the the fence was the first thing I learned in high school
And I knew this girl that lived just down the
On the the whole day scoring
And when hickeys got
The neighborhood was filled with of tweak
We sit in the recliner and listen to the TV
And do the things not supposed to do
Well now when I look or I see teenagers mack
Well I about those days I spent with you
And I hear the sing
When the sun out the morning
And there's or nothing I can do

When I into my stash
I trailer ras
And everything for me to do