Luyện nghe bài hát What's on My Mind Ii

Yeah, I want to dedicate song to jonathan myers,
Morris peterson, smith, and matthew hingle.
on yo mind?

No demonstration on nation, as a murderfest
Got us locked in the jailcell, the they was put to rest
I had no teacher, it was like my had passed away
me a sweet and snapped his fingers, he was gone away
My house is hell, I used down there on ? acre? street
Whole hood on abc, pops in
Caught in the system, a victim of his shorty's past
His son's a killa on the for reala, you best to yo stash
What's on my mind, is my brotha's name rodney
been shoestring, instead the devil chose malice green
Can't go to sleep, not too deep I be hearin shots,
on my block bodies drop, it'll never stop
The ghetto drama for yo is a wicked sin
God save her soul, wanna say it but my mom's a fiend
Stand in the rain, take the pain, the stress is kickin in
Mack's in the pen cause it was all about his
was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes buckle
A knuckle, lockin up was the ghetto couple
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to a dime,
My future's blind, now tell me what's on yo

tell me, tell me, what's on yo mind? (2x)
(what's on my mind, on my mind,
Was it the chrome, too ? ? ? the )

Apply the pressure, drastic measures the victim's fall
One shot to the head, before fled, they made em beg and crawl
Can't stop the thunder in my mind, so who the storm?
I fill my body of drank and dank to keep it warm
Please stop the killin, lord a killa's what I'm to be
My mind's on god, homicides are all a see
Please set me free from all the enemies haunt my mind
Why do the righteous, poor, and black suffer all the
My mother talks to me, and tells me, "stop the killin"
Workin all day, tryin to make my pay
Now how you I'm feelin?
What's on my mind, it's sad, so small in kid's faces
Knowin their doin 20 for some drug cases
Never my daddy so I never could respect a man
to cook up drugs and hold my ground while other yougsters ran
Gotta be a man, so my is to pursue my dreams
My family's gotta eat so I'm gon on feedin fiends
Know what I mean, the routine almost everyday
pushin me, so I'm gon keep on stackin hay
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now tell me, on yo mind?

(2x)

[night and
Try to these fires, but they got me trapped inside the fence
represent his death, cause murder's what I'm up against
It makes no sense to me, the troubles that run my head
Wakin up in the mornin, knowin the grave become my bed
I fled, but from my problems, I can't get away
No when or where I go, they're with me everyday
I'm shootin the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my mind
And tryin to a piece of my mind, where problems can't find me
No matter what, I'm stuck, my is trapped inside the sin
So I my anger through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pin
Your so called
Ain't really friends because they don't stay true
the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for you?
Cash or credit, gotta get it, be po no mo
gangstas roll into the heaven's say no roll no mo
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now tell, me on yo mind?