Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
Dreamin' of a

Uh, my used to
Pray that she'd see me in
fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the with Lil Papi
It hurt even I seemed to be well
got a smoker
With a key to my cell,
And worst, my judge
Black don't wanna see me do
It's either that or black people for
Gave me two to years like
"Fuck life, meet me in hell"
And let it burn like
You look stupider
Tryna impress people in
Power when power us
For 44 a hour
You coward they ya
Is it self-hate that made you send me
where the so-called
"Real niggas" up for cupcakes
And that's phone time
If you got no money, you ain't online
Hey your son
your daughter just to wish them more prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a of 'em
Your fuckin' now
gon be a cold summer
Your son now and
Your giving nose to him
And if he fuck that up
He puttin' through him
And you wanna make it home
So you can it to him
And them ain't finna
no parole to ya
They blood, we all hangin'
With a noose on our
Marcelli mom died
He wanna use my
And he won't make it to the
he give 'em a check
We still though, what you expect?

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

Ain't no PTSDs, them keep it at ease
They that boy 20 times
When could've told him just freeze
put him in a cop car
But they let him bleed
The ambulance, coming baby, just breathe
That's what the old lady said she screamed
nightmare on Elm Street
Friday the
And in the amendment,
It don't say that we
They say we legally slaves
If we go to the
They Kaep' stand up if
You wanna play for a
And all his teammates
Saying a (Stay woke)
If you don't for nothing
You gon' for something
And in the 60's, if you
You'd prolly be
But they kill you now
They just you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get
Check it, and they don't you
Now, they just take you out of deal
Kill your account, look where money get

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' feelin'
Uhh,
When them drugs got a hold of your
And the judge got a on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the

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

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