Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
of a fire

Uh, my used to
Pray she'd see me in Yale
It's fucked up she gotta see me in
On the visit Lil Papi
It even though I seemed to be well
They got a
a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my
Black don't wanna see me do
It's either that or black for sale
Gave me two to years like
"Fuck your life, me in hell"
And let it like Lucifer
You look even
Tryna impress people in
Power when abusin' us
For 44 a hour
You they using ya
Is it that made you send me upstate?
This the so-called
"Real niggas" sweeping up for
And that's your phone
If you ain't got no money, you online
Hey your son
Call daughter just to wish them more prime
Oh God, don't let them get a hold of 'em
Your fuckin' now
gon be a cold summer
Your son now and
Your giving nose to him
And if he that paper up
He puttin' through him
And you just wanna it home
So you can it to him
And them people ain't
no parole to ya
They blood, we all hangin'
a noose on our neck
Marcelli mom just
He wanna use my
And he won't it to the wake
Unless he give 'em a
We still though, what you expect?

I won
I was on the corner with the
And got us warring for our freedom
See my blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' evil?
Uhh,
When them drugs got a hold of mama
And the judge got a hold on father
Go to school, holes in the locker

Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at
They shot boy 20 times
When could've told him just freeze
put him in a cop car
But let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, breathe
That's the old lady said when she screamed
This on Elm Street
Friday the
And in the amendment,
It don't say we kings
They say we legally slaves
If we go to the
told Kaep' stand up if
You play for a team
And all his ain't
Saying a (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for
You gon' for something
And in the 60's, if you
prolly be killed
But they don't you now
They just take you out of your
Kill your account, look where money get
it, and they don't kill you
Now, they just take you out of your
Kill your account, look where money get

I won
I was on the corner the reefa
And got us warring for our freedom
See my brother on the pavement
How you wake up in the feelin' evil?
Uhh,
When them drugs got a hold of your
And the got a hold on your father
Go to school, holes in the locker

How many you send me
To jail to know that I fail
Invisible shackles on the
'Cause shit, I'm on
I went from out arenas
Now shit, I'm on
Them cold nights starting to feel hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my
Almost made me my people
When they you felon
It's like they you they not equal
11 years going to knowing
might keep you or drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, save me
I'm on a jail card, trying to explain it to my
I gotta do the calendar twice, and a maybe

I won
I was on the corner with the
And got us warring for our freedom
See my blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the feelin' evil?
Uhh,
When them drugs got a hold of mama
And the judge got a hold on your
Go to school, bullet in the locker