Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
of a fire

Uh, my mammy to
Pray that she'd see me in
It's fucked up she see me in jail
On the visit Lil Papi
It hurt even though I seemed to be
They got a
With a key to my cell,
And worst, my judge
don't wanna see me do well
It's that or black people for sale
Gave me two to years like
"Fuck your life, me in hell"
And let it burn Lucifer
You even stupider
impress them people in
Power power abusin' us
For 44 a hour
You coward they ya
Is it self-hate that you send me upstate?
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
Call your daughter just to wish them more
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 paper up
He puttin' through him
And you just wanna make it
So you can it to him
And them ain't finna
no parole to ya
They blood, we all hangin'
With a on our neck
mom just died
He wanna use my
And he won't it to the wake
Unless he give 'em a
We still niggas though, what you

I won
I was on the with 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 on your father
Go to school, holes in the locker

Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at
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, breathe
what the old lady said when she screamed
This on Elm Street
the 13th
And in the amendment,
It don't say we kings
They say that we slaves
If we go to the
told Kaep' stand up if
You wanna for a team
And all his ain't
a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for
You gon' fall for
And in the 60's, if you
prolly be killed
But they don't you now
just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look money get spilled
Check it, and they kill you
Now, they just take you out of your
Kill your account, look where get spilled

I won
I was on the with the reefa
And got us warring for our freedom
See my brother on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' evil?
Uhh,
When them drugs got a of your mama
And the judge got a hold on 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 starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my
Almost made me my people
When they label you
It's like telling you they not equal
11 years going to court
They might keep you or you crazy
23 in a cell, somebody save 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 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 your
And the judge got a hold on father
Go to school, holes in the locker