Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
Dreamin' of a

Uh, my mammy to
Pray that she'd see me in
It's up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil
It hurt even I seemed to be well
They got a
a key to my cell, damn
And worst, my judge
don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or people for sale
me two to four years like
"Fuck life, meet me in hell"
And let it burn Lucifer
You even stupider
impress them people in
Power when power us
For 44 dollars a
You coward they ya
Is it self-hate made you send me upstate?
where the so-called
"Real niggas" up for cupcakes
And that's phone time
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 streets get a of 'em
Your fuckin' now
It's gon be a summer
Your son now and
Your homie nose to him
And if he fuck 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'
With a noose on our
Marcelli mom died
He use my collect
And he won't make it to the
he give 'em a check
We still niggas though, you expect?

I won
I was on the corner with the
And they got us warring for our
See my blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' 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 shot boy 20 times
When they could've him just freeze
put him in a cop car
But let him just bleed
The ambulance, they baby, just breathe
That's what the old lady said when she
This on Elm Street
Friday the
And in the amendment,
It say that we kings
They say that we slaves
If we go to the
They told Kaep' up if
You wanna for a team
And all his ain't
a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for
You fall for something
And in the 60's, if you
You'd be killed
But they kill you now
They just take you out of your
Kill your account, look where get spilled
Check it, and don't kill you
Now, they just you out of your deal
your account, look where money get spilled

I won
I was on the corner with the
And they got us warring for our
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

How times you send me
To jail to know that I fail
Invisible shackles on the
shit, I'm on bail
I went from selling out
Now shit, I'm on
Them cold nights starting to feel hell, uhh
Watching a black woman my freedom
made me hate my people
When they you felon
It's like they telling you not equal
11 going to court knowing
They might keep you or you crazy
23 hours in a cell, save me
I'm on a jail card, trying to it to my baby
I gotta do the twice, and that's a maybe

I won
I was on the with the reefa
And they got us for our freedom
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 got a hold on your father
Go to school, holes in the locker