Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
Dreamin' of a

Uh, my mammy to
Pray she'd see me in Yale
It's fucked up she see me in jail
On the visit Lil Papi
It hurt though I seemed to be well
They got a
With a key to my cell,
And even worst, my
Black don't wanna see me do
It's either that or people for sale
me two to four years like
"Fuck your life, me in hell"
And let it like Lucifer
You look even
Tryna impress them in
when power abusin' us
For 44 a hour
You they using ya
Is it self-hate made you send me upstate?
where the so-called
"Real niggas" up for cupcakes
And that's your phone
If you ain't got no money, you online
Hey call son
Call your daughter just to wish them more
Oh God, don't let them get a hold of 'em
Your daughter now
gon be a cold summer
Your son now and
Your homie giving to him
And if he fuck paper up
He holes through him
And you just wanna it home
So you can it to him
And people ain't finna
no parole to ya
They blood, we all hangin'
With a on our neck
mom just died
He use my collect
And he won't make it to the
Unless he give 'em a
We still niggas though, what you

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

Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs it at ease
They shot boy 20 times
When they could've told him freeze
put him in a cop car
But they let him bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, just
That's what the old said when she screamed
nightmare 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
They told stand up if
You wanna for a team
And all his teammates
a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't for nothing
You fall for something
And in the 60's, if you
You'd be killed
But don't kill you now
They just take you out of deal
your account, look where money get spilled
Check it, and don't kill you
Now, they just you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where get spilled

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

How many times you me
To jail to know that I fail
Invisible on the king
'Cause shit, I'm on
I went from selling out
Now shit, I'm on
cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman my freedom
made me hate my people
When label you felon
It's like telling you they not equal
11 years going to court
They might keep you or drive you
23 hours in a cell, somebody me
I'm on a jail card, to explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and a maybe

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