Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
Dreamin' of a

Uh, my mammy to
Pray that see me in Yale
fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil
It even though I seemed to be well
got a smoker
With a key to my cell,
And worst, my judge
don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or black people for
Gave me two to years like
"Fuck life, meet me in hell"
And let it like Lucifer
You look even
Tryna impress them in
Power power abusin' us
For 44 a hour
You they using ya
Is it self-hate made you send me upstate?
This where the
"Real niggas" sweeping up for
And that's your time
If you got no money, you ain't online
Hey your son
Call your daughter to wish them more prime
Oh God, let them streets get a hold of 'em
daughter fuckin' now
It's gon be a summer
son trapping now and
Your homie giving to him
And if he fuck paper up
He puttin' holes 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 noose on our
Marcelli mom just
He wanna use my
And he make it to the wake
Unless he 'em a check
We niggas though, what you expect?

I won
I was on the with the reefa
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 mama
And the judge got a hold on father
Go to school, holes in the locker

Ain't no PTSDs, them keep it at ease
shot that boy 20 times
When they could've told him freeze
put him in a cop car
But let him just bleed
The ambulance, coming baby, just breathe
That's the old lady 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 play for a team
And all his teammates
Saying a (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for
You gon' for something
And in the 60's, if you
You'd be killed
But they kill you now
They just you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where get spilled
it, and they don't kill 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 they got us for our freedom
See my blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin'
Uhh,
When them drugs got a of your mama
And the got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet in the locker

How times you send me
To jail to know I won't fail
Invisible on the king
shit, I'm on bail
I from selling out arenas
Now shit, I'm on
Them nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
a black woman take my freedom
Almost me hate my people
When label you felon
like they telling you they not equal
11 years to court knowing
They might keep you or drive you
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 the reefa
And they got us for our freedom
See my brother on the pavement
How you wake up in the feelin' evil?
Uhh,
When them got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your
Go to school, bullet in the locker